This is a snipped of my conversation today with a local mother:
“I’m not sure why I was chosen to raise such a wonderful teenage boy. He’s such a neat kid. I not only love him, I like him.”
This is definitely something I needed to hear. I needed something inspiring, something gentle from a mothers mouth. I’m happy I ran into her today.
J of A









I remember years ago realizing that I don’t just love my sons, I like them. I would choose them as friends if I wasn’t their mother. While I don’t agree with everything they do, I still find them vastly likeable.
I wonder how many parents of adult children not only love their kids but like them too? I wonder how many would choose the type of person they are as a friend if they weren’t related?