For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be a mother. Probably because I had such an amazing example, I never realized how difficult a job it could be. When Billy was a baby, and then a growing child and a teen, there were times when I was pretty sure I didn’t have a clue what I was doing. But the light at the end of the tunnel was always how much easier I thought things would be when he was grown. Now, most days, I’d give anything to go back to those “harder” times. Because even though I might have felt a little lost from time to time, I always felt connected to him. He enjoyed talking with me, playing with me, just being with me. We’ve lost that connection now, and I miss it. Really, he’s a little lost now, and I miss him. I hope that one day he’ll find his way back to me.
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