LSK

We know nothing of being men… Of being husbands… We know nothing of being fathers… We don't even know how to be a brother or a son… It is a struggle to be what you have never seen… And yet… Moms raised us solo… So what we learn is determination, kindness, strength and heart… We learn to fail and learn from those failures… Or we repeat the cycle…

“Come here son.” 

She lifts one arm and her son sits next to her… She snuggles him in… Hugging him… Protecting him… She begins to cry… 

She says “I am proud of you.” 

He is only 5 years old and has no idea what the words even mean… She kisses the top of his head… 

“Momma will always be proud of you son.”

She squeezes him tight… Again he has no idea what the words mean… He doesn't even understand the moment… But he will hold on to this moment for the rest of his life… And when she passes away… We will still feel her hug and hear those words… 

We know nothing of being men… Of being husbands… We know nothing of being fathers… We don't even know how to be a brother or a son… We are… Fatherless children… But we were raised by Angels…