Loving him “because he’s mine” is just one part of the much bigger equation and dismissive of a bigger point.
If this was really Medieval Times, the dragon would have been afraid to come near us.
Feeding him corn or peas by the spoonful myself is actually pretty easy. It would take all of five minutes. But, I shouldn’t.
He knows when to strike and how I am the only person preventing him in that moment.
In those moments where it is just him and me, I’m more honest with myself than at any other points of my day.
These outbursts might still occur in his daily travels. I rarely see them anymore.
There’s no peak he needs to reach in order to make me see him as a success. He simply has to keep climbing
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
I’m not letting him sludge his way through life. My boy looks good. I make sure of it.
We may struggle to help our children, but we never struggle to love them