My son is an athlete and this weekend he broke his hand. He most likely needs surgery and he’ll be out for the season. He has a good attitude about the injury, and in his attitude I see how much he’s grown, how much he’s learned in these past few years that we’ve had together. We truly have learned to turn a challenge into an opportunity. There’s no sitting down here; we’re moving forward. Rather, he’s moving forward. Sometimes I forget that I am not him and he is not me. I forget that he has become a man. They tell me this is normal mother-thinking. Every day I’m learning to be a mother. In moments like this, in times such as this, I believe that I have become a mother.
Published by Carla Hall D'Ambra
I am a wife, daughter, sister, aunt and an Advertising/PR pro. I ride bikes, roller-blade, yoga, boogie-board, bake cakes, sing in the shower, dance with Spotify, drive with the top down on curvy roads, fine dine, and travel to experience the different flavors and cultures of our beautiful world. I follow the Golden Rule and the teachings of Jesus Christ. I love my husband, my family, my Lord, and this glorious gift we call life. I am thankful for it. View all posts by Carla Hall D'Ambra