My baby is growing up. My life would be so bleak and sad without him and his love. Whenever we talk, he tell me how much he loves me.
JJ--I love you more than ice cream. And I loooove ice cream Mommy.
Me--I love you more than a ton of magazines and pens.
JJ--Wow, I know how much you enjoy magazines.
This game continues for awhile. It is nice to know there is someone in this world who loves me for me. Not because I can write or take pictures. But because I can blow huge bubbles, climb the monkey bars and give up my Happy Meal toy for the greater good. And I love him because he is a wonderful child who has had to endure a lot in the past year--separation of his parents and the death of two grandmothers. He is quite a trouper.
Whenever I am feeling down, I pull out photo album I carry in my purse or check my phone for photos of him. He gives me hope when I feel like restricting or giving up. So when he walks across that stage, I will be cheering him. This is only the beginning. There is lots more to come and thanks to recovery, I will be around to enjoy it. I made a promise to myself when I moved to RR that I would find a way to silence ED so JJ could have a mommy and not a shell of one. He deserves that and so much more.
1. My incredible awesome son
2. Meeting my goal of drinking more water
3. Being able to watch my son grow up