Generally my rescue blog contains stories about the dogs coming and going through my life. Today however i wanted to talk about the picture many never get to see. The honor goes to the family who is behind my passion. Since the birth of my son he has always been privy to witness the comings and goings of all of the animals that have passed through our lives. He has been subject to poop scooping, brushing, bathing, and general care for these wild beasts that grace us with their presence. Although he may at one time or another say….”No Mom, we are not keeping it”, always he has been supportive of my passion and always supported my heart.
As mother’s day approaches it is one in which is sad and holding a type of grief for me. My son, my only child and the very root of my heart will graduate in a few days from high school. Each time there has been a landmark birthday…….13 was his first year as a teenager. 15 we got the learners permit. 16 the driver’s license and I cried inside and out as I watched him drive away for the first time. This year it was 18 and a registration for draft, as well the graduation. I only thought the pain of letting a foster dog go was horrific until being faced with this aspect.
Although there have been times in which having a child pulled at the very being of my sanity, those times were so far and in between. Face it we all think our children are perfect but I swear to you mine is. He is well mannered, loving, compassionate, smart, giving, respectful, thoughtful, and above all else a man of honor. I watched as he walked through my living room last night the man before me……and I again felt such an incredible sense of pride.
There are days I catch a vision of that tiny curly headed boy who held on to me for dear life. The child who lay his head within my lap and felt the safest within my care. The child who comforted me when the world was falling apart with sweet little ‘I love you Mommy’s’ in which melted my soul. I remember the days when other kids saying ‘My Dad will beat your Dad’, my son replying ‘Well you don’t know my Mom’. Logan always knew Mom would make sure all things were right.
Last Mother’s Day I was gifted with a beautiful butterfly necklace in which this child spent far too much money on and it took my breath when I opened the box. It has not been off my neck since that time. It has become my most prized possession and will always remain such. Not only did he know I would love this gift he cared enough to know that I love butterflies and found one in which matched who I am. What a gift…….. larger than the actual possession itself.
And as I watched him walk back into my view, the man I saw before me is one I am proud of. Logan is long and lean with my eyes and his father’s voice. A blend of two very different individuals but yet his own person. A child with the vision to see the good in the world yet be cautious enough when stepping into the unknown. A quiet soul like his father who is not expressive on his thoughts unless he wants to be, but a social butterfly most like his mom with a love for people in general. This is a child whom is an old soul, simply reborn to make a difference with his presence in this world.
I have said my entire time as a Mom if ever I am nothing more than Logan’s Mom it is enough for me. It is the greatest gift and the most pure great love I have ever known. So I say Happy Mother’s Day to me…….as I am the mother of one of the most special people on earth.
And Happy Mother’s Day to each of you out there who love someone more than you love yourself. A mother is a beautiful thing and I thank God every day for allowing me this chance.
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