When it gets tough,

tough like my back is aching exceptionally hard I’m guessing this is how people develop a hunchback, pain is shooting from my wrist up to my collar bone from tiring my hands out all day, I still hold my boy because his needs are simple and determined.

In those moments I ask my future self to trade places with my exhausted, present self. She gets to hold him again — he’s never going to be this small, and becomes her younger self for a minute. I get to take a nap in the best version of my future.

This, I told to my neighbor.