You know what they didn't tell me about being the Mama of a little boy?
They didn't tell me that almost as soon as he was born, I'd sense in him this quiet, simple, masculinity, and I'd cherish it in the deepest part of me. I'm as yet unable to define it, or put my finger on its origin, but I hold him against me, this solid hunk of boyishness, and somehow his closeness to me, his connection with me, explains the mystery of maleness that has eluded me my whole life long.
I feel in some ways that God has blessed me with a son so that I can experience and understand manhood in a way I never could have without my Matthew.
And it is gentle. But strong. And powerful. And I connect with it and feel lifted by it.
My BOY. MY boy. Always. My sweet, sweet Matthew.