My Dear

 To my son,

We’ve had so many battles, you and I. We’ve had so many fights, so many tantrums, so many screams, so many tears. 

You and I, my dear.

These battles feel unending.

These battles feel defeating. 

These battles feel scary. 

I wonder sometimes how I can make it another day, another minute, or even at times another second.

We always make it, you and I, my dear. 

I look at you and see a little boy who is scared. 

I look at you and see a little boy grasping for every ounce of attention.

I look at you and see a child so innocent. 

I look at you and see a child so filled with rage and anger. 

I look at you and see a child misunderstood. 

I look at you and see me.

We have these battles, you and me, but I need you to know, you are not defined by them. Neither am I. 

You are worth every battle, past, present and future. 

You are worthy. You are deserving.

I love you, my dear, forever, through whatever. 

Mama