How would I tell him that classrooms are a place for books and not for bullets? How would I tell him that kids can become angels, too—as heavy as that thought may be to fathom?
If you are fathering without your father, never forget that your children are blessed to have you. They are your reason. And you have a monumental role in shaping them into kind and respectable humans.
Because what you have in this beautiful, messy, mommy phase is something that only lasts a short while–before time and maturity sweep it away in a quick, overwhelming tidal wave.
When my oldest son begins to spread his wings and fly further away from home base, I will be left with my youngest son. Those magical one-on-one experiences I had with my firstborn, before his brother arrived, will be paid back in full.
And once again, my lenses will need to be adjusted as I evolve into this new journey of Motherhood. Just as they’ll need adjusting every day from here on out, as my heart grows twofold.
You defined an entirely new meaning of love for me—a love that makes the oceans tremble. A love that makes the wind sing. A love that fills me with the grit and the glory to be your mother.
Because as much as we wish time would slow down sometimes, the honest truth is that it goes by so very fast and in the blink of an eye, our babies are all grown up.
