Scattered pictures and cards are spread on my floor. Sweet memories run through my mind forming a smile, I let out a chuckle or two and an overall sense of melancholy descends.
At the end of last year, my son moved out of the house to start living on his own. Hmm, I can finally convert his room into an art studio. He relocated 1,000 miles away. I didn’t know he wanted to have that much physical distance between us. The first time he left the house was 5 years ago when he joined the service. We both experienced some sense of loss. The second time was easier. I was thankful he liked me enough to want to come home again.
As a single mother I was faced with the joys and challenges of parenting. Wow! I can write a book on this topic alone. However, I thank the heavens my family was there to help out contributing to rearing my son. There’s a proverb that goes it takes a village to raise a child. I was grateful I was surrounded with a loving community.
Rummaging through the photos/cards, this particular Valentines Day card he made stood out among the rest. He was in first grade. I remember hanging it up on my fridge. Was I proud! I want to share his beautiful card with you. Oh my, I hope he doesn’t read this post.