My Son!

As a mother, I'm torn apart by the distance from my son. I miss our movie nights, summer breaks, and everyday moments together. His daily call is a reminder of his absence, feeling like a prison sentence. Some days are tougher than others, but my love for him remains constant.

I'm grateful he's alive, unlike my daughter who was taken from me too soon. My son has a chance at a future, but it's hard to see him wasting time. I hear the longing in his voice, ready to come home, but the risks make it impossible.

He's been approved for a long-term mental health facility, but we're waiting for a bed, which could take up to 60 days. I'm torn between relief and sadness, knowing he'll be away for 6 months to a year. I want to be there for his everyday needs, like a haircut and self-care routine.

At just 10 years old, he's growing up without me by his side 24/7. I'm struggling to cope with these emotions, feeling lost and unsure of what to do. But I hold onto faith and the knowledge that I'm doing everything possible for his well-being. My love for him will always be constant, no matter the distance.

Thanks for reading!!

#AMother