"Mom, what's this feeling that feels like you love someone so much, yet you just feel so trapped by the feeling that you know if you say something, you'll cry?"
"that, buddy friend, is gratitude...it can be exhausting..."
"How do I fix it?"
"You don't...come sit in my lap and just let your body work it out..."
As quiet tears tumble down my lanky boys face, I learn yet another gift of being a mother.
So often I am the encourager, challenging them to love deeper, express themselves clearer...but I am learning the gift of being a soft place to land.
Our hands begin to stick from stagnant heat between us,
and I fight....
fight the urge to fix.
fight the urge to instruct.
fight the urge to distract.
and I feel...
feel the weight of his old soul.
feel the promise of life lessons to come.
feel the honor of sitting beside him on this journey.
...and soon, his tears of gratitude intertwine with my own.