I have three teenagers. Three. Sometimes getting affirmation that you are loved, appreciated and valued is hard to come by. Anyone out there feeling me? Now, I know deep down…deep, deep down…I am truly loved by my kids. I remember the days when they would make beautiful finger paint artwork and rush to present this treasure to me…mommy, the love of their little lives. I’d gush and cover them with kisses and hugs and proudly post their gift on the fridge. Days of watercolors, finger paints and Mother’s Day gifts they made at school slowly came to an end. In our house, we tell each other every day, probably several times a day, that we love each other. But, sometimes, out of the blue, something very magical happens in the life of this old mom; one of my children will present me with something straight from their heart.
I had to share a picture of this Christmas gift that Brandon gave me. Wow! How can I explain a 19 year old college freshman (son, no less) taking the time to write a poem about his mother and then having it engraved for me? It was so personal and so touching. I can’t tell you what it meant to me. Of course I cried and of course, it sits proudly on my desk where I can remember that I must be doing something right!
Here’s my favorite senior picture of Brandon.
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