Wow, this is the most amazing idea. I am so inspired. What a precious gift.
I’m one of those mothers. You know the ones. The ones who cry at the wedding reception during the Mother-Son dance. The son is usually much taller, towering over his mother. He smiles down at her likely how she used to do with him. I wonder what is going on through her mind because if it was me up there giving away my precious son to some other woman, I wouldn’t be so calm or smiley. Even now, it’s simply too difficult to think about. I cried when their first tooth falls out, the first day of Kindergarten, the first time they said “I love you,” and every birthday in between. No matter how old they get, they’re still my babies.
I recently came across an episode of Real Housewives of Something where several mothers were packing their kids up to send them off to college. Through teary hugs and goodbyes, a common…
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