When I became a mother, a bond formed that will never be broken. The baby is in my arms, I look into his eyes, a love begins to grow, and my heart is his. The baby grows and meets milestones and his personality appears. Dreams start to develop for him and his future. We are one and he depends on me to help him grow.
During the process of becoming independent and an adult, he starts breaking the apron strings in ways that cause my heart to hurt then other ways my heart grows with pride.
I am a mother of three boys each one is different. My youngest broke his apron strings early and became independent. My middle son I had to cut the apron strings to make him fly. My oldest son’s strings were severed through death.
No matter what kind of adult they become, I will love them until the end. Sometimes my love has to be tough and take measures to help them survive. Then other times I get lucky and just get to love them with out any pain.
From the time, they were born until the day I go live with my Father I will always love them no matter where they go or what they do. My heart is always theirs.
That is a Mother’s Love
D.D.Parsons 01/31/16