Mama's Boy

Tuesday afternoon, around 2ish, I was sitting in my camping chair in my cut-down weeds. Suddenly, Jackson was walking up to me with a Kneaders sandwich and a loaf of frosted cinnamon bread. He needed his mama. He plopped right down on the grass next to me and just talked for an hour. Yes, it is pretty unacceptable that he sluffed his last period. But, he was with his mama. He needed his mama. And, this mama will always, always be here for my boys. Always.