A heart never broken is pristine and sterile
and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
-author unknown-

If you have ever had the priviledge, yes priviledge, of having your heart broken; whether by a man, your best friend, or even your own child….you get what this means. Let me just say…..I AM SO IMPERFECT:) But I confess, there’s a fear that grips me…. knowing my own sons will have to walk this one out and there’s nothing I can do to prevent it…..stop it. Yet, I want them to love deeply….risking all…..for the amazing chance to be loved back…..because every heartache I have experienced has grown me….made me who I am…..stretched my capacity to love more…..to put myself out there…..knowing that I can be hurt….rejected…..all over again.

but that’s me…..not my babies…..especially the ones who are taller than me now…..in relationships…..grappling with the mystery of trying to understand a woman…….sigh……more lessons in letting go…..