I have fabulous sons, but unfortunately, they both have that thrill-seeker gene - bigger, higher, faster, scarier. I have a deal with God. If I'm breathing, that's a prayer for my sons' safety.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I've got two sons whom I love to death, and I love them differently.
I have three sons, and I think we're both fierce protectors of our children.
I have two delightful sons, who I love dearly.
My sons have such a deep access to my heart.
Thank God I have four sons. The mother/daughter relationship is one of mankind's great mysteries, and for womankind, it can be hellaciously complicated. My mother and I are quintessential examples of the rewards and frustrations, and the joys and infuriations it can yield.
My son is such a lover, such a caretaker and so funny. He's seven, and he genuinely cracks me up. And my daughter is a fearless powerhouse. They fill me with wonder and admiration.
What greater aspiration and challenge are there for a mother than the hope of raising a great son or daughter?
I've had to come to grips with a God that fits my own experience, which is, my God could not be offering protection and not have protected my boy.
I have fabulous children.
I know that I have raised my sons to be big, strong, independent men who love God, themselves and care for others. I have to learn to let them have space and learn without me.