My Sweet Son

Normally, I don't let my son see me cry. He'd been outside playing and I didn't hear him come in this time.

"Cowgirls Don't Cry" was playing and I, well, cried. The ranch life I missed, the reference to a father, the woman who winds up a single mom ...



CJ took one look at me and then yelled at my computer. "Yes, they do! Sometimes."

Ahh, my sweet, sweet son. Doing his best to be "the man of the house" and protect/defend me even though he'll only be 8 in a few days.

In so many ways, he is already a man. Which makes me want to cry more. Both from pride and a sadness that I haven't been able to protect him as much as I'd wish.

He makes everything worthwhile. I'd do everything the same way all over again, if only to be his mom.

Wishing you much peace, happiness and success,