You are testing me. And there are days that I am failing. There are days that it is overwhelming.
But, I will not give up and I will not let you win this battle of wills.
This isn't really about who is winning...
This is about the man that you will be someday.
I have the responsibility to get you to that destination, to adulthood.
I suppose it will always feel daunting.
I pray it isn't always this exhausting.
So, help me. Help me by listening. Help me by being kind. Help me by learning from your mistakes. Help me by showing compassion. Help me, dear one.
I love you.
So much.
Love,
Your Mommy
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