For this Mother’s Day and all of the Mother’s who are trudging along this road in the trenches by yourself. Taking mortorfire and avoiding landmines. It’s hard, but can you imagine throwing your child away? Can you imagine putting cigarettes out on their perfect little legs? Or throwing them away?

To all the Mother’s fighting the good fight, teaching boys how to be men and girls how to play with the wolfs. Yes, everyday it’s hard. But how lucky are we? It’s amazing to see the little person growing and advocating for themselves. I know I will mess up something today, I’ll worry it will never be ok. It will and I’ll worry the same thing tomorrow. But, there’s one thing I know irrevocably with no doubt. I won’t ever leave scars of bad intent.

“If you’re looking for an apology, you’re not going to get it.”

Today I packed up a big room of my monsters, and sent them off to Goodwill.

I don’t need to hold on to an idea of how I think it was supposed to end.

It’s over now.

Take off your worn out shoes before you come into my clean house.

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