I have a son that is one of the coolest kids around.
He’s a boy that’s going to become an amazing man someday.
Now, he’s lazy at taking out the trash, he only remembers the cat liter when an adult reminds him, he can be terribly careless when it comes to homework.
But he loves with his whole heart. He is capable of the most incredible hugs. When he laughs he makes me laugh too. When I was so sick he sang me songs that comforted me when nothing else could. There are times that I feel like less than the mom I used to be, and that boy will curl up with me and tell me he’s just glad I’m there.
Few things in the world can equal his brand of love.
I wonder if it’s possible to make him understand what he’s done. Maybe he’s old enough to get it.
He saved me.
With his kiss, he saved me.
With his arms, he saved me.
With his softly whispered words, he saved me.
This boy, with his slacker ways and less-than-stellar practices.
I don’t really care.
He’s perfect to me.