As I was holding my son in the water, I could do nothing but look and smile. The word ‘looking’ doesn’t even qualify, I saw him. I saw him for more than he was. His huge brown, almond shaped eyes saw me too. The world around us disapeared.
For a moment, there was no injustice. Not even a worry in the world. All that mattered was this moment. In which he trusted me with his life, as he was laying on his back in the water. My hands were beneath him, keeping him from going under. It was our moment. Just the two of us, him and me. Mother and son.