I think The Boy is starting to understand me, starting to truly recognize who I am. I'm starting to recognize myself.
He's finally rewarding my openness with one of his own.
I think He finally gets that I get it, that I get him, and that it's ok. He's starting to recognize himself.
I can't call him The Boy anymore, it no longer seems right.
He's grown into an incredibly Fine Young Man.
There have been a lot of stumbles and starts, but Thank the Lord, he's hasn't yet stopped.
I'm incredibly proud of him.
and now I have to let him go....
I'm trying to give him the reins more.
There have been a lot of stumbles and starts, but Thank the Lord, He hasn't let me stop.
I now know he'll be okay. He'll have a lot of stumbles and starts. We all do.
But I have faith in that Fine Young Man to never stop.