When I was little I was the child with the oldest parent, as a result being 10 years younger than my oldest sister. I was the child who lived with 5 women as a result of my great aunt and grandma living downstairs. I was the child who had the only divorced parents as a result of, well, a divorce. And at times, I felt like the only child...in the world...as a result of my over thinking.
When I looked out the window I looked for something, somewhere I could fit in. Something I was missing. Something I longed for. I hated looking outside that window.
And here I am about 30 plus years later and I still look out the window. But instead of those feelings, today I examine what's inside the window, breath and accept.
What's inside? A little boy and his mommy.
A mommy who is determined to do it all by herself. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not as fast. Maybe...
A little boy who is creative and social and amazingly handsome. A child who wants it all, wants to be the all...and looks for love and acceptance from all.
And all of that, he needs to know, can be found in his
