Today Asher's teacher Miss Caroline sent me this picture of my sweetheart holding a bunch of flowers. I opened it up on my computer screen and saw my precious first born's sweet, tender, and hopeful eyes looking back at me. My heart did a fast forward to my son grown or nearly grown and someday giving flowers to someone with that same sweet, tender, and hopeful look on his face. And then of course my crazy post partum hormonal self did what many a crazy post partum hormonal self does- I thought about the fact that this little boy is my heart and one day someone will probably hurt his heart, because let's face it- being hurt and rejected are parts of life. Thankfully we are resilient creatures, but that doesn't mean we can or even should avoid being hurt or rejected at different points in our lives. A life without any hurt or rejection is a very isolated life and not without its own form of pain and I don't wish that isolation on my son. But My God, that doesn't mean that my heart can't break a little as I think of that future hopeful, tender, and sweet grown man who experiences hurt and rejection down the road. It also doesn't mean that I can't quickly daydream of destroying the person that hurts and rejects him too, because I certainly couldn't qualify as crazy post partum hormonal without a bit of totally ridiculous anger towards an unknown person could I? :)
I love you, sweetheart and I am so grateful for the hope and kindness you bring to our family. May you always be quick to share that hope and kindness with others.
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