Mother's Day

I love my son. I love him more than life itself, and I never thought that loving anything that much was possible. (Besides chocolate of course... and a good steak) Being a mom has given me purpose, a sense of being that I never dreamed of. I truly feel that the only reason I have been put on this earth is to raise this child. It is as if there was this weird vacancy that was finally filled when he was born. His face, and my sense of responsibly to him, has gotten me out of bed on more than one occasion. His laugh and his small yet hilarious sense of humor has gotten me through one of the darkest periods of my life. The poor little guy has no idea, because I would never confide, or lean on a child in a way that would cause him unnecessary stress but the fact of the matter is he has been more of a help to me than he will ever know. He is the reason I go to nursing school. He is the reason that I am actually able to keep a level head during "Bad Choice Weekend" because I know, no matter what I have a child who depends on me, and I need to return home in proper working order for this child. I love him, and I can't wait to see what kind of man he turns out to be!