Growing up my mother would often say to me, "I hope you have a child who...". She was mostly referring to my whining and how great it would be to see me suffering from the fate that I had inflicted upon her. Was this a curse?
No, my son is not a 'whiner' but he is quite challenging in any and all other ways. I wish he had come with a manual so I knew exactly what to do... say... And the right time to do both.
We used to b a team. 'Partners' was his word for us. We were all each other had... All we needed. We were inseparable. I was his world and he was mine. When asked how he got so handsome he'd reply, "My mommy made me that way." Is this the answer to all my questions? Maybe it is I who has made him the smart, disrespectful, handsome, selfish, funny, stubborn person with the biggest heart I know. A younger version of me. After all, he is my soul... my very being. Without him I am lost.
Come home, please... Come home.
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