Journaling: Without a doubt, my son is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He was born during the darkest time in my life; a time when I was completely immersed in grief and guilt. He never moved in the womb. I never felt him kick or roll or thrust a tiny fist into my ribs. After his father died, he laid quietly, I think he was grieving too. I was so worried he would not be healthy, but he was a big robust baby who is now a big, robust man. I don't know that I would have emerged from that black hole without him. My son is my world; he gives me purpose. I work hard to be someone he can look up to and emulate. I want him to be as proud of me as I am of him.
Supplies:
Sugarplum Paperie Cherish The Thought
