Thirteen years ago my son was born. Funny thing is, I didn’t realize I was pregnant until I was 6 months (yeah, I was one of those women) & passed out on the train platform in NJ. When I made it to the hospital and finally came to my senses, the Dr. said, “Miss, how far along are you?”, “Well I think I was only about 15 min from home”. That’s not exactly what he meant.
Thirteen years later, my son is my rock. As I try to teach him, I’ve learned a lot from him as well. He has compassion, when I suffer from a lack of it. He sees the good in everybody, even those not filled with much of it. He’s candid in expressing his feelings and expects the same out of others.
He’s thirteen, but he’s wise beyond his years. The love between a mother and her child is something that can’t be replicated. In thirteen years, he’ll be 26. I hope every quality he has now is still present.
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orderwithinchaos said:
Touching. Happy Birthday to him!
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mamakamama said:
Happy Birthday, Kid! :)
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gangsterly said:
that was beautiful <3 and you’re absolutely right; there is nothing quite like that bond between mother and child
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