Mother's Day 2023

 I have a teen.  Wanna see me prove it.



We went to dinner for Mother's Day and this is how much he wanted to be there with ME.


Thankfully, Holt asked how it was going and I said not great (sent him these pictures) and I'm not sure what he said... but we ended up here.


Being a teen is HARD and I know that.  You have a thousand emotions, you KNOW EVERYTHING.  You don't want rules, you want to be fully you and make your own decisions and did I mention you KNOW EVERYTHING?

This child of mine is so much like me it's scary.  I pray that he only holds onto the good stuff. I love his wit and sarcasm but I'm not sure his wife will thank me for THAT!

Holt bought me this tank and I busted out laughing.  Only thing better would have been to start with MOMMY.



I wouldn't trade being his mom for the world.  And someday I will get the card that shows his love and emotion because he's doing for his kids what I did for him... he will get it. He will see every sacrifice, every commitment, every ounce of love and understand that I gave him the best of me.

And just like me, he will give that to his kids, smile.. and KNOW... 
IT WAS WORTH IT.

I love you Tristan.  You truly are my heart walking along outside of my body!

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