When I look into his eyes, I see an awesome young man with gorgeous green eyes.
I see hope and promise and success and accomplishment and happiness and intelligence and humor.
I see his future clearly written.
While the eyes are the windows to our souls, why is it that we cannot see that for ourselves, see what others see.
My son…he has my eyes!
The thing I deem my most beautiful feature.
The uniquely gorgeous green with golden flecks that sparkle in the sunlight.
When I look into those eyes, sometimes I see me.
Wanting for him all the things that, in my naive early years, I thought I could control.
All the things I gave up, let pass me by, held myself back and often became my own worst enemy because I could not see what others saw.
As I get older, and I look into those eyes, they may appear to be my eyes, yet we see things so differently.
No, we often, do not see eye to eye.
But does that make either one of us wrong.
A mother and son’s relationship is very different than that of a mother and daughter.
Mothers and sons are opposites competing for likeness with two different worlds.
Yes, he has my eyes but he does not have my experiences or viewpoints or perceptions…..
But as Jamie asks “What do you wish to remember?”
I wish to remember that I, too, do not have his experiences or viewpoints or perceptions.
I wish to remember that a mother’s intuition is the greatest force that there can be but I cannot control his path.
I wish to remember the joy and hope and belief that I saw when he was small.
I wish to remember him as a man not a child…………and let go of my want to steer him on that path I see for him
I wish to remember that I can give myself credit for following my promise to myself to provide him with a better childhood than I had AND
remember that it is his path and his choices and he needs to give himself credit for what that means in his adult life
I wish to remember who I AM and who he is and know in my heart of hearts that someday….
he might just see things and himself through my eyes too!
A mother’s love, commitment, and support is a gift from the heart and soul — but there is a time to give that love to myself too
I wish to remember that!
As you wish I wish for you too. xo hugs, bonitarose in Fargo..
As you wish for yourself, I also wish for you.
Such a beautiful wish… and such beautiful eyes! As you wish for yourself, so I also wish for you.
As you wish for yourself so I wish for you as well.
Sweet! My son has darker eyes than his dad’s or mine – but beautiful reminders!!
As you wish for yourself, so I also wish!