Totally pure, totally unselfish, totally helpless. Today, my baby boy is ten. Because he plays in the street. It's not safe. Ufff, Mom, this is not fair.
Nothing is safe.
But at ten, I don't expect him to understand. Not until he has a child of his own. Whatever our differences, I know that on the morning of mother's day, my little son will pull out his crayons and draw me a card. And I'll have it framed. Thank you, Son.