Dreams do come true
Well, it has happened.
Finally.
My baby boy
has grown into
a pretty darn incredible man
and has fallen in love. It’s such
a gift, to watch him give away
his heart. Actually I knew she
was “the one” before I even
met her. I could see it in my
son’s eyes when he spoke of
her.
He’s been a serial dater kind
of dude for most of his 20s so
I’ve seen a lot of young women
come and go. (Some of them I
wanted to chase away, actually,
or secretly drop off on desert
islands.)
When he was in high
school, I had the parental
control to show a few floozies
the door. Having that
power made me finally appreciate
the terrible times
my dad literally threw my
suitors off the porch before
they even got a chance
to knock on the front door.
All those years ago, my dad
slammed the door, grumbling
about me wrongly getting
the idea that I was ever
going to date a boy who had
a longer ponytail than mine.
A few years ago, I closed the
door noting that I wasn’t a big
fan of teenage girls who look
like they’re 25 years old, wearing
their mom’s push-up bras
and one of their brother’s Tshirts
as a dress.
I’m not holding my breath
anymore about my son’s future
with women. He has
met the most perfect young
woman. They fit with each
other in such a beautiful way
that it brings tears to my
eyes.
I had lots of years of bad luck
in the love department. I had
the horrible ability to pick the
biggest liar, the greatest cheat,
the laziest old dog in the crowd
… and never see any of it until
my heart was stomped and
left for dead. Sure I spent lots
of time these last years, asking
God to please break that bad
curse for my boy. I wouldn’t
want his heart to be disappointed
and run over even
once.
Well, we got lucky around
here. It looks like my boy is
safely avoiding the trauma of
a broken heart. And for that,
I couldn’t be more thankful.
Too many of us learn the
hard stuff about trusting the
wrong people. A lot of us have
been snagged by those who
used our kindness as a weakness.
There are lots of us who
have cried from that really
dark place behind the soul over
a person we never expected to
betray us.
But I wanted my boy to
only know the magic. I wanted
him to live moments that
don’t have words. I wanted
him to breathe in those
most beautiful feelings and
thoughts that remind us why
we even have hearts beating
within us. I wanted him
to be that sweet pure love
that comes from nothing but
dreams. It has a freedom that
a bruised heart never finds
again.
Yep, that’s what I wanted for
my baby boy.
And I do believe he’s found
it
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