Excuse me, I need a tissue…
There’s much to be said for family orientated fellas, and men who are good sons to their moms will likely be just as devoted to his special someone.
She grew up — she had to grow up. Like everyone does. She discovered her own books, books I’d never read — books that hadn’t been written yet when I was a child. It’s what’s supposed to happen.
I find myself thinking sometimes about how much I would have liked the young woman she has become — how wonderful it would have been to know her — when I was the age she is now.
“Oh, it hurts so much when babies cry. They can not verbalize what they are feeling; maybe it’s a headache or maybe it’s nausea or maybe she is simply hungry. But who can tell exactly what it is? We can only guess.”
I’m sorry men. You see I’m the one messed up and no one’s managed to really fix me.
Your first instinct on helping someone feel better about anything from a cold to heartbreak to the stress of moving is to feed them.
All because I had a baby.
I’ve earned it.
I learned how to hold my head of high and be proud of who I am. I learned what the real meaning of beautiful is and I continue learn what it feels like to be loved to the moon and beyond.