Reality

Reality hit me in the worst way today. As I watched kids rush past my baby today, greedy for plastic eggs it hit me. There will be times when he is left behind, there will be times when people are mean to him. I know I'm stating the obvious, but knowing it and see it are very different things. I know he's two, and unaware of anyone wronging him ever. He doesn't know when he gets passed by, he isn't phased by being ignored while he's waving at strangers. He doesn't know when people aren't there for special days in his life, and when people are only pretending with him. One day he will. It makes my heart hurt to think of it. I don't want him to ever be bullied or made fun of. I don't want him to be left out. All I know is, if there is anything I can help I will do it. I want my son to grow up knowing he's loved. I want him to love holidays and his birthday, and see the joy in life. Mark my words, if anyone interferes with this you will have to answer to me. If you don't act right, you won't be in his life.I also want him to grow up as a person of character and integrity, and I want everyone in his life to encourage and model this. I don't care if you don't agree with me. I am his mother, this is how he will be raised. No one has to be in his life that doesn't feel the same way about him.