Every so often the teenager surprises me and
offers to go on a photo excursion with me
I never know why or what prompts it but I always
look forward to having him tag along.
It's not about the pictures that get taken
(cause I honestly don't get a lot of shots)
it's about the one on one time I get to have with him.
Sometime after the coffee stop the bravado of being 17 starts to fade away.
We talk about girls, music, his classes....
his hopes and fears and why graduating high school next year frightens him.
We share instagram opinions
and he shares stories of his first five years of his life before he became my son.
On our photo trips he becomes vulnerable and
I get to be his mom for a few hours.
It's moments like this that I tuck away in my heart
because I know we are running out of time...