Sometimes I worry.
I don't understand him.
He thinks differently than I do.
He reacts to things that I do not,
I want him to love life,
to love God,
to work hard,
to laugh at things that are funny,
to have wisdom,
to become a man.
But I am not a man.
I am a woman.
How does a woman teach a boy to become a man?
When he gets swallowed up in his things,
I look at him and wonder if I am doing enough?
Am I what he needs?
By being his mother,
but by letting him be a little boy,
by realizing he is a gift to me to care for
in this moment...
is that where it starts?
But is it enough?
His father is the man in his life.
Does this mean I can be the woman in his life...
Sometimes I wonder,
that for now
that it is enough.
I pray that I will have wisdom
to be what he needs.
And then I go into the kitchen and make his breakfast.