You are my son-shine

I’m raising a son,

And his life has just begun.

His father did more than just leave, he did more than just run.

He left it all to me to raise our newborn son.

So now it’s just me and I am no man.

I didn’t even have my own father.

So from a woman’s perspective, I could never understand.

Do I blame it on my absent father because he wasn’t around?

Do I blame my son’s father for not laying the foundation down?

Or is it my fault for not knowing the difference between soft and solid ground?

I knew my son’s father was living in repetition.

I say “Of course I love him,” but I had my suspicions.

So it was on me to love so blindly.

He had the knife in his hand; he didn’t take my love so kindly.

You see, we give someone a seed and hope the tree grows when we plant it.

He planted his seed and left those trees stranded.

Tough love isn’t sweet; it’s as bitter as salt.

Some things aren’t always said but kept in the vault.

It’s on you; it is your fault.

You’re his mother now.

You can’t be the same woman who built the foundation and tore it down.

And we get it, no men in your life were around.

But you finally got one,

and that man is your son.

Just love and work hard; show him your great traits.

You believe in a God that has written all our fates.

No, you don’t have to raise him into being just any man.

You just have to make him feel human that follows Gods plan.

He should be kind, honest, strong, and brave.

Respect all ladies and give them all the same grace.

How would your son feel if he knew how you were raised?

So use that for the next time you think you need a man to raise one.

He’s as human as you, and we all make mistakes.

The mindset will shift when he visits his father’s grave.

He’ll say he was nothing like him, that he never lived for his name.

Because he couldn’t know him since it was him who made the choice to run away.

As a mother who had no father, I know my son could feel the same.

We live different lives, but we shared a similar pain.