Am I enough to carry the load? There are meals to make, homework to be done, baths to take, and the dreaded stages of puberty to face. There are meetings, car lines, and dishes… and everything else in between. I know I give it my best, but does HE see that?
I work hard at teaching him the value in every lesson life teaches him. I try to play with him as much as I can. Am I enough to raise a solid man?
I know I give it my best, but does HE see that?
Every day I push through the blood, sweat, and rivers of tears of motherhood. Some days I surrender and some days I prevail. I constantly wonder, can he even tell??
He’s got to know that all I do is for him. So that one day, he might look back and be proud of his upbringing…however imperfect it may be. I pray that one day, he will see.
I will always remember the dancing and singing on our way to school. I will cherish our little moments that only a mother and her son can share.
I hope he knows I didn’t set out to do it all by myself. It was the life we were chosen for so I did my best.
He inspires me daily. He’s my everlasting breath. He is who I owe all my successes to. He’s my life’s hero, because if it weren’t for him I may have quit. Am I enough to instill in him the same grit?
I will cherish our little moments that only a mother and her son can share.
Am I enough to do it all alone and raise a healthy man of value who will be a leader in this world?
You bet your ass I am because God chose me to be his mother and I will push through until the end. HE is depending on me.
Sweet child be free.