The situations were wildly different as were the intentions behind the actions that resulted in the phone calls home and yet both situations resulted in feelings of embarrassment, helplessness, and some shame. The boys had different responses to their situations but what boggled them most was what they should do next and how they should feel moving forward.
Today is Mother’s Day. While we imagine that moms around the world are being served breakfast in bed, are receiving kisses from their perfect children, and are having the time of their lives skipping through meadows of daisies, life doesn’t really work that way. While blessings abound in unique and colorful ways, we have the freedom to release envy and idealism. Besides, it's too early in the year for daisies.
As a mother to three boys, I’ve always envisioned sending three mature, independent, strong, and whole young men out into the world, one-by-one as they turn 18, to be all they can be. I’m not quite sure how I would define whole other than complete and not lacking. Perfection, really. My vision is slowly crumbling as my beautiful sons get older.