On the surface, my fears are mushrooms, butterflies, and moths. Those things are so freaking creepy.
But on the deeper level, my fear is being the kind of mother that I had. I tell my son all of the time how great he is. I tell him that I love him. I tell him that he can be anything he wants. I want my son to know that his mom will always love him. Because I never got those things from my mom. I fear giving my son the same sad childhood that I had.
1 comment:
lol when i was a kid we used to get mushrooms in our yard and they looked so friggin disgusting and nasty and weird that everytime i saw them i kicked them just to get them out the yard. random i know lol..i dont know you all that well but i'm sure youre an awesome mother..especially if you tell your son everyday how amazing he is.
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