i love my son on any given day but sometimes i hate being a mother.
you do not love all the time, in exactly the same way. it’s an impossibility.
my boy is a light-hearted blessing of a guy, who’s kind and giving, with hair from the mane of a wild stallion, rays of sunshine and drops of water from the ocean.
my wish for you is to continue. continue to be who you are and astonish a world full of madness, with your random acts of kindness.