"Cody, My Son

"CODY,  My Son"

You have always had a soothing word, a touch, a smile, or a compassionate tear.
You were barely three, my youngest, my only boy, the day my old life ended.
You can not remember a different time, or what others call your old “mom”.
When we go out together you automatically take my hand, so sensitive to my fear.

You never required more than I was able to give, your acceptance was always there. If I was too tired, or having a bad day, you were sensitive enough to understand. To you I am Mom and that is all that counts, you are content with me just the way I am. You do not compare me to a different time, for you it is enough to know how much I care.

I woke up from a seizure today, and felt your hand caressing
my face. I was aware of your inner strength and your soothing,
loving touch. Your concern overwhelmed me , at age nine you
have such wisdom, and such a caring way. I wish you did not
have to deal with this, it shouldn’t be your place.

You have had to assume a role as a parent I would have never
chosen for you to play. That of my protector, my little watch dog,
my self appointed guard. But I am so proud of my little guy, your
presence is such a relief On days that I questioned why I lived,
you reminded me of why I needed to stay.

For all the others who knew me before, and were unable to accept
this new me. I should not have let them make me feel rejected, I
should have reminded myself of you. Because with you, it feels
special to be just the way I am. To you I have always been good
enough. With you, there is no before and after, with you the person
I am today is all that you can see.or have proven you ever could see.

Through your eyes of love and acceptance, I am learning so much
from you. I am learning that I still have worthiness, I still have a future,
I am still needed. So I may be different, much slower than before, I may
have several  seizures. But in YOUR  eyes, I am wonderful, I am Mom,
and I still have a whole lot that I need to do.

Thank-you; Cody
Love Always, Mom

Debbie M. Wilson