January 3, 2006
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We fought.
I cried.
You cried.
My son, I am so afraid of failing you.
Even while I know that you must fail or succeed on your own.
I know, too, that while you want what an adult wants, you haven't the tools to get there, not alone anyway.
Together we have them, though, you and I. Along with those who love us the most, we will survive.
You will thrive.
The nightmares will stop.
For both of us.
In time.
Comments (12)
You have the patience of a saint, you know that? *hug*
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I will ask the Goddess to be with you. :fl02:
*hugs* [for both of you] :heartbeat:
Wow. These next few months will test everyone. You are a wonderful mother, . . I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you.
the transistions are tough- for everyone, but you know that- you're living it! but this too will pass! :heartbeat:
I wonder if our sons feel as bad after a fight as we do?
parenting is the hardest job i have ever know !
huggs
Hugs to you, caring momma. Lisa
I wish I could be there to help you both through this difficult transition. I hope you all know that you have my undying love and support. No matter how much distance there is between us geographically, there is none emotionally. My body may be here in VA, but my heart is always there with you. :heartbeat:
PS - thanx for the pix! They mean so much to me. Keep 'em coming!
Strong supports tend to be ok unless they are leaned on too much.
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