I don’t always talk about my son because in the family, he’s the shy and quiet one. He’s the artist, the creative, the actor, the most sensitive and perceptive one. But in that quiet sensitive nature is warmth, caring, and a solid dependability that I’ve seen a lot of this past year. The countless ways in which he has stepped up now that his sister is away most of the time has amazed me, and warmed my heart.
Things aren’t always perfect between mothers and sons, or with mothers and daughters for that matter. As parents even though we try our best, we sometimes slip up, we make mistakes in the ways in which we connect, in our efforts to try and understand our children. And they too, at times, grapple with the decisions and choices that we make for ourselves, and for them. But I’ve always been a firm believer that where there is humility, forgiveness, understanding, mutual respect, and love there is no gap that cannot be breached, nor bridge that cannot be crossed.
We're finally 😥 near the end of our journey to our new home in Tampa😆😁. Honestly, I'm glade we moved to make a new life somewhere else, but I can't help and feel a little homesick😧. After 9+ years in Washington, I feel like going back. Yet I still know I chose this, for our growth and a new beginning 😊