I know a boy he calls me Mom, well he's not a boy anymore he's a man, but he'll always be my little boy. I think whats hard for me is as my son grew up and moved on the time he spendt with me got less and less. My mom once told me a daughters a daughter all of her life and a son is a son til he takes him a wife. How true this is. I don't think I ask for much.I know he's busy but whats a 5 minute phone call while on his way to work. Or the hour and a half drive on a day off to see me. There will come a time when those opportunities won't matter because I won't be here anymore. I am so grateful of the time I had with my Mom.Oh sure there were days when I would have rather been doing something else besides going to visit her but I am so glad that I did. It made her day and in the end I know it meant so much to both of us. I never want my son to have regrets after I'm gone thats why I call and leave messages or text him a good morning now and then. I just pray that one day before its too late he will realize what he's missing. I know a boy he calls me mom and I am blessed to call him my son.
