Today I’m grateful for my boy (I don’t care that he’s a man now, he’s still my boy).
You give kids the best you’ve got at the time when they are growing and hope and pray that in spite of all your mistakes and bad judgement calls they turn out alright.
And sometimes, they turn out better than alright. They turn out to be people of integrity, kindness, purpose and fierce determination and verve.
And you stand back and shake your head in wonder at how it happened.
And then you smile and finally understand that grace has covered a multitude of bad parenting moments.
And you’re filled with gratitude.