Last night, I had some verbal diarrhea barfed in my direction. And it came from a really unlikely source. A girlfriend that I've known for years. Kind of turned my world upside-down. I found myself feeling like a certain level of trust that had been built up came crashing down, and I began to close off a little part of me. Retreat back into my shell a bit.
But in the midst of some pretty salty tears and those gut-wrenching sobs that make you wish you cried as nicely as all those Hollywood stars do, I couldn't help but smile--my son gave me a hug.
Somehow he knew that what I needed most at that moment was to feel valuable to someone. Worth something to someone. And as his little fat arms wrapped around me, I knew in that moment that no matter where life takes me, and no matter how many hills and valleys my relationships go through, I'll always have a certain little man on my side.
Gosh, I love being a mom. That tiny ray of sunshine is enough to push away even the darkest rain cloud.
4 comments:
Oh, Becky. I'm so sorry that happened. That is no fun at all. I'm glad little Marty could be there for you for a little squeeze and lots of love.
He will always defend you and someday would be willing to die for you. It is amazing that is how God made men. I love my little man too. I feel so privileged to be a part of his life.
I'm sorry you had to go through...I've had to go through that with a people I thought were friends too, so I totally understand the feelings that go along with a fall out (momentary, short term, and long term). Although I've never met Marty, I can totally picture his sweet little face smiling at you and giving you the biggest hug possible...such a precious picture. Feel better!
I love when their little hearts are revealed at a time when you need it most, what a joy to be a mom, hope your week gets better!
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