Whenever my son ends a call or says goodbye to me he says "later gator, love you." I just have the feels and wanted to write a little about him

As a single mom, it's no secret that raising a child alone is no easy feat. However, this mother can't help but feel a tremendous sense of pride when I look at my big, handsome , intelligent and kind son

Watching my son grow from a helpless infant to a confident and independent man has been a journey filled with challenges, but also with countless moments of joy and fulfillment. I have witnessed my son's first steps, heard his first words, and supported him through his first day of school. I have been there for him through all of life's ups and downs, from scraped knees to broken hearts, from academic successes to job interviews , to the purchase of his first home

Now, as I watch my son make his way in the world, I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I played an important role in his success. I takes pride in the man he has become, with his intelligence, kindness, and strong sense of character.Im proud of the decisions he makes, the way he treats others, and the goals he has set for himself.

Despite the challenges of being a single parent, this mother's love and support has helped my son become the man he is today. And I look at him with pride, I knows that our bond will only grow stronger in the years to come.

♥️💋

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Heartlander · 80-89, M

There's that old saying about the how the apples don't fall far from the tree.

Though not a single parent I share similar delight with our daughter. She was here this past weekend. She comes monthly for a long weekend to do what she can and visit with my spouse/her mom now in Hospice care and 4+ years into the worse of a crippling disease. It's a tremendous boost to our spirits.

She's the product of our ups and downs since she was born. We were all crushed decades ago with the accidental death of our son, her brother. A collective kick in the gut that was slow in healing. I remember a fear of being overprotective afterwards, that it would tarnish her childhood. Trying my best to not let my sadness smother her natural excitements as she grew up. Today she is a super achiever and sits through meetings 500 miles away while here, thanks to Zoom and a couple of IPhones.

I'm not completely sure what we did right. But I think it was that I/we saw our role as mentors as much as parents. Like we were advisors, and included emotions, like how we felt about things, and encouraged her to express how she felt about things, at school, at work, with her friends. We also backed her 100% as she transitioned through life. The small things as well as the big things. And she became like us, supporting friends, coworkers, bosses as needed. Actually more like reaching out than just responding. I would describe her as a better version of us :)