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Everyday, I keep telling myself how lucky I am with my sons.

Changes are inevitable, and luckily, the changes with my youngest son are always for the better.

I was out last weekend on an overnight camping trip. By the time I got back, the house was clean, clothes were freshly washed, the dried ones folded neatly.

I still take care of our clothes washing so this was, naturally, a big and very pleasant surprise.

"Sorry mom, I wanted to fold your clothes too but I couldn't figure out what each piece is."

Lol. "It's okay, son." I replied quietly, but deep inside, my heart was leaping for joy. I was so proud of his initiative to help.

It's times like this when all the physical pain a mother endures to raise sons alone come flashing back to me. Waking up early in the morning to prepare them for school, wiping away all that snot when sick, or soil around their necks, carrying this son everywhere, the sickening planning of school meals each and everyday and a lot lot more... They all come flashing in my head and I go think, I can't believe it but it's all becoming worth it!

Thanks son, for honoring my life with your presence.

- mom



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