I’ve been a mother for almost 8 years.
And I love my son beyond all comprehension.
Now I have been in love before.
Done my fair share of crazy stuff.
All in the name of loving some man.
But what I do (and will do) for this child, astonishes me.
I love him so fiercely that his father likes to call me Johnnie Cochran.
Because I constantly jump to his defense.
And will argue you down until he and I are victorious.
When he is hurt or upset.
It is as if my entire heart cleaves in two.
The very foundations of my spirit are shook.
So I must do every and any thing in my power to remedy the hurt.
And when I am unable to fix the wrong.
I offer up my hugs, kisses and expressions of love.
I remind him of how precious his life is to me.
How thankful I am that God thought me worthy to be blessed with him.
That I cannot imagine my life without him.
It’s as if all the good that I am is manifested in him.
And this little perfect, imperfect person calls me by the best name I’ve ever been called,