Ryan A.

In My Mother’s Shoes...

I am my mother, Beth.

I wonder why my family is almost always on electronics.

I hear Ryan talking with his friends while playing ROBLOX.

I see more and more cooking recipes on FaceBook.

I want everyone to see how good Ryan is at soccer.

I am his protector.

I pretend that the new house color is better than the old house color.

I feel the need to watch him play with the neighbors.

I touch the the keypads on my keyboard searching.

I understand Ryan’s not a baby and doesn’t always need my help.

I say “How’s everything going?” every so often

through the walkie talkie.

I dream of how mature and kind he will be when he’s older.