With tears streaming down my cheeks, I greeted him at the edge of the stage.Mason. Mason, my god.”
He gave me a strong hug, much like he would when he was younger and the world was smaller.
At the edge of the stage, I ran into him.
A “Mom, I promised to take care of it.
I finally grasped what he had been attempting to teach me for months when I held him.
My son has never shown signs of weakness.
He had been patient instead.
As his mother, the most courageous thing I could do was to give up trying to save him and begin to trust that he was already saving himself.
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