Even Though.....
I have a good life. I have an amazing son who is developing and growing more miraculously than I'd ever dreamed he would. I take little credit. He is his own grower. Even though most of the time my mind tells me I am personally responsible for nearly everything that comes out of that beautiful little mouth of his, that I am accountable for all the movements he makes and choices he pursues, even though this mind has staked my life on a one way silent agreement with God that he live a long, healthy and prosperous life... even though... he has his own path, his own way to make, his own thoughts. He is his own grower. I have a good life. I have a roof over my head, money to pay my bills, a plethora of friends and love and family. I have a voice that sings, music in my heart, food in my belly... and my body - albeit very slow - is healing up nicely. I have a good life. I can see and hear and my limbs work fine. I can sit then stand I can breathe then hold my breath. I