There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories were full of hearts broken by love,
but what really broke a heart was taking away its dream - whatever that dream might be.
Pearl S. Buck

Tuesday, September 28

My little man

One year ago in August i had a son. I named him Austin. It was a miracle to me that i even got that far! I thought i would never have children after my childhood. It was a good childhood, but traumatic at times. What a great thing i did. I am a single mom. He is a beautiful little man. Easy to smile and laugh. Intelligent and curious. Mindfull, and playful. Not too timid, and not too rambuctous. What a great thing it is to see little minds take on the world and learn. See things for the first time, and be amazed at it. Like the light switch or bathwater. Even swinging or walking in the park. It is a challange every day. To remain energetic and alive, not too anxious or overprotective.

Anyway, i like being a mom. I wish Austins daddy was in the picture to be able to enjoy this great little person. Oh well.
A blessing for me. And i am so happy he is here! wow.