An Eddy in Time

An Eddy in Time

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Fly rod in hand, I eased into the warm waters of the storied Madison River. My son, Ben, was just steps behind me, eager to wet his line. Despite my felt-bottomed shoes, I faltered slightly, slipping off the rounded, moss-covered rocks below my feet.

“Here, take my hand,” Ben said softly behind me. “I’ll help you.”

Steadied by his strength, together we pushed forward, bolstered against the rippling current.

At 6’3″, my oldest son towers over me now. This should come as no surprise. Mothers with children older than mine had long presaged it would happen like this; a fast-forward blur of growth spurts, sporting events, back-to-school nights and prom dates. But, really, wasn’t it just yesterday that I took his small hand in mine and walked him into pre-school? And just last week that I steadied him on skis as he slipped down a snowy pathway during a family ski holiday? And now, some 20 years later, he is holding me upright as we wade into these braided waters under the wide Montana sky.

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