For a mother the project of raising a boy is the most fulfilling project she can hope for. She can watch him, as a child, play the games. She was not allowed to play; she can invest in him her ideas, aspirations, ambitions and values, or whatever she has left of them. She can watch her son, who came from her flesh and whose life was sustained by her work and devotion and embody her in the world.
So while the project of raising a boy is frought with ambivalence and leads inevitably to bitterness, it is the only project that allows a women to be — to be through her son, to live through her son.
Today my son is turning 3 Years old 😘😇
I love you more and more each day....