Sharks can be relentless predators, pursuing their prey until finally their hunger is slaked. But sharks often seem to be hungry, chasing one meal right after another, ever hunting.
The passage of time is equally relentless.
Although she’s only been in middle school for a week now, TG is already different. Her face seems slimmer and more serious. Her grin, albeit infectious, looks sharper, not as cherubic. Her conversations have become more mature, pointed, and dare I say, dry.
When I took this photograph of a shark two years ago, we were on a family vacation. TG and I took a photography class together, her with her new camera, and me with my old phone. We both learned how to use our respective devices to take better pictures. More importantly, we both learned a little bit about each other.
And now? That little girl I shared a learning experience with back in 2013 doesn’t seem to exist. She seemed to still live in my house until about a week ago, when she began a metamorphosis.
And like caterpillars will always become butterflies and like sharks will always hunt, TG will continue her journey toward adulthood.
I’m looking forward to who this relentless transmigration will reveal in TG, but the voyage is bittersweet.