I don’t hide my scars. I wear them proudly.

I don’t hide my scars. I wear them proudly.
My kid needs me. I owe him.
I’ll always be proud of him, even if this phase doesn’t last.
I’m never surprised. I’m never let down.
How terrible must that be for him?
To not do so is to not treat my son like a human.
Ten years later, we’re not doomed at all. In fact, we’re great.
There are no lined-up shoes, objects spun on the floor, or persistent questions.
Never fear learning who your child is.
Am I doing it for him and his needs or am I doing it for me and my wants?
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