My thirty-three-year-old son and his wife are getting a divorce. They have a three-year-old daughter. I spoke to my son the other day and heard his voice crack. I could tell he was holding back tears. I had no words to help him as he is an independent thinker.
I said the words that were in my heart. I told my son I would pray that he wouldn’t suffer and that things would get better.
He replied, “Mom, I love you, but don’t pray for me not to suffer. If I don’t suffer, how can I grow?
He was nine when I spent months in hospitals and lost my ability to walk. He remembered that no matter what situations we face, I told him that God would take care of us.
After we had said goodbye, I cried. I found it hard to believe that those days when we were isolated, and there were many, that my son would resent me. Instead, he thanked me. He gave me a beautiful vase with artificial flowers and wrote words that warmed my heart.
On the front of the vase, it reads: Mom, I couldn’t help spending the time to make this for you. You have taught me so many useful skills. I cannot thank you enough. Thank you for being such a great mom.
This was a Christmas gift a few years ago, but after my conversation with him the other day, I reread it. Tears of joy. I am so proud of him.