A mother

First, I am a Grandfather of a little boy that is the most wonderful and charming little man I have ever encountered except maybe his father, my son. But I look at his mother and wonder how she does what she does. For a mother the project of raising a boy is the most fulfilling project she can hope for. She can watch him play the games she can’t physically play; she invests in him her ideas, aspirations, ambitions, and values. She can watch her son, who came from her flesh and whose life is sustained by her work and devotion. She hopes the best, expects the best, and prays for the best to come of her little one. So while the project of raising a boy is fraught with pain and leads inevitably to frustration it is the only project that allows a woman to be, through her son a little boy herself. Thank you Malana, for being the best little Joe could ever want. I love you.
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