But now our roles reverse. Our big strong boys can see into the future, after all. A place where the unpredictability and harshness of society will attempt to disrupt the peace we carried within our soul when our sons were under our watchful care. As grown men, our boys will do anything to carry us and keep us strong against the onslaught of worry and fear. They’ll move mountains if that’s what it takes to console our weary heart. Nothing can prepare a mother’s soul for such an act of love.
From this point forward, we do life with a profound sense of connection despite our physical separation. The love pulsing through our heartstrings keeps our bond alive, traversing time and space across an infrared continuum of knowing. This type of knowing is something only a mother can understand. Our instincts know no bounds, the essence of our revered offspring filters through our veins wherever we go, keeping us whole.
What a gift, the carrying power of a son.
