I can’t believe this ‘little boy’ of mine is 14 and three inches taller than his ‘mommy’ already. I remember carrying him, holding him and swinging him around d as a baby and a little boy like it was yesterday and now, he picks ME up and swings ME around. Liam made me a mother at 18 and it has been the most incredible and terrifying journey. I remember learning I was pregnant with him and all the fear and desperation I endured with my situation. I pulled all my strength together, discovered the power of prayer, hope, faith and my own strength and it changed the entire course of my life. He is the most loving, patient, forgiving and loyal child a mother could ask for; he is the absolute epitome of the perfect person to me and I always think of him as my ‘miracle baby’. I’m so proud to be his mother. He still curls on my lap, sneaks up behind me to hug me and grabs my hand when we’re driving in the car and says ‘love you mom!’ In front of his friends at school because he’s not too cool to be seen with me just yet. He’s kind and protective, inquisitive and hilarious and has taken too much upon himself to be ‘the man of the house’ since my divorce.
I’m not stupid; I know he needs his privacy and ability to practice his agency in ways that would not always feel great about. I don’t know everything, he obviously doesn’t (and shouldn’t) tell me everything, but I hope Ill know and sense enough to be his support when he struggles, fears, doubts and makes mistakes we all make. My greatest hope as a mother is for my children to feel safe enough to know there is nothing they can do or mistake they can make where they can’t ‘come home’ to their mom and I will defend them no matter what.
All I ever wanted to be in life was a mother and artist. I feel I am so inadequate as a parent but have been so blessed to have had the most incredible children. I really don’t see how I did anything so great for them. know mothers love their children and your kids are great and all, but mine are just THE best.
There are mornings I can’t wait to push them out the door for school but today I had such a hard time letting them go. There was a lot of “MOM! STOP! IM GOING TO MISS MY BUS!” - 1 hour ago