If you have to ask me why I work so hard at maintaining a friendship with my ex husband, then you cannot imagine just how much I love my son. If you hint that I might be crazy because of the lengths that I go to . . . I might silently laugh at you.
Because all I have to do is look at this face –
as he stands with his Dad.
his body language as he walks away.
I would gladly suffer a thousand more heartaches to give him joy.
What can I say? I’m a mother.
Until next time –