Lord please help me be there for my son to help him with this change.
Started in 2010 during a difficult season, this blog became a place to process pain, hold onto faith, and reach out to anyone feeling alone. Through time, art, motherhood, and life’s lessons, I’ve grown stronger and learned to meet each season with grace. Today I write from a place of healing—sharing reflections, creativity, and quiet encouragement for living with resilience, hope, and a deeper trust in God.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
To hold him again
Kyle came down stairs to say good night to me. He came to give me a hug and then he sat next to me and lingered. I pulled him close and he let him hold him. I held him tightly for what seemed like a long time. He finally broke and cried. I held him while his body shook briefly while he let it out. I uttered that I was sorry and I told him I loved him. I kissed the back of his neck, he lingered a moment longer and then got up and wiped his eyes and said good night and that he loved me.
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