What my son’s book doesn’t show, what he’ll learn as he grows, is that people can be both, happy and sad, at the same time.
Oh, little does he know how hard it will be for me to ever let him go.
Somewhere along the way, I stopped caring if I was beautiful. I began trying to make beauty instead.
When my mom was sick, people used to tell her she was “so strong.” She knew they were well intentioned, but she hated hearing that. “What choice do I have?” she would ask.
If there’s one thing my sweet boy has taught me, it’s that worst case scenarios happen, but best case ones do, too.