My son...

Every night I slip into his room to watch him sleep, and lay my hand on his head. I close my eyes and visualize a ball of light leaving my heart, traveling through my arm, out my fingers, filling my son’s body and soul with my love. We’ll figure it out, I promise him. And he knows that I know how lucky I am to be his mom. 

In my dreams, I always trip and fall down. And then I get up. The signs are all there. Add them up, I tell myself. What are you going to do? What am I going to do? I’m going to figure it out, that’s what I am going to do. But for now, I’m going to just breathe. And my son whispers, I love you, mama....