The Blind Leading the Blind

To be the mom of a soon-to-be teenager is a bit scary. I remember very well how difficult a time that can be. The hormones, the changes, the challenges. Just being comfortable in your own body that seems like a strangers vessel is challenging enough on its own.

And then you have the introduction to love, in some way or another. It could be a crush on someone, a relationship, or a friendship that evolves into something new and unfamiliar.

I find myself in the position now where I will be giving advice and hopefully help guide my son through some of the challenging bits of growing into an adult male.

The part I find the hardest, is giving advice on love. I would love to be able to tell my son that it gets easier as you get older, but the truth is that it doesn’t.

You learn as you go, and you find ways to cope with the darker sides of love, but it never really gets any easier. To be brokenhearted can be just as devastating when you’re 78, 45, 31 or 11 because the feelings you have at that moment is so raw and unfiltered. They flood you and take you by surprise no matter how much you ever might’ve thought that you were prepared for it.

As his mom, I will try my very best to be there whenever I can. To help him get through the rocky parts. Help him to see through the darkness that might come. I hope I get to be there for plenty of bright and good parts as well.

No matter how blind I may feel, and how difficult love is even at the age I am at now, at least I have a lot of experience. I’ve experienced the pain and the confusion, but also the joy and the magic.

I guess it’s unrealistic to expect of ourselves as parents to be able to give solutions to the problems that are far too complex to ever have a definitive right or wrong solution to it. Love is messy and weird, and in the end, the best thing for us all is probably to just work on communicating more. We need to talk about the things we experience and help each other.

We might all be blind leading the blind when it comes to love, so how about we stop leading, we sit down and we start talking and listening instead.

My dear son, I can’t promise you that I’ll always be able to fix your problems, but as long as I’m here you can always come to me, and I will listen. I will share what I know and what I’ve experienced, and then it’s up to you to choose what you want to do with that information, move onward, and then get your own experiences❤️

It’s a tricky ride, but it’s also a wonderful one. It is one that we all fear and love all at the same time. Blindly we are all in this together ❤️

Did you know that my mom does magic?

I’m very lucky to have a mom that can do magic. Out of something quite small, she can create warmth, protection and love. She works her magic, sometimes for hours on end, and the result is something that no one can experience in the exact same way. Her hands work love into everything she creates. Not only does she do magic, but each crafted spell is a masterpiece and they each last for years. They are wrapped around you and keeps you warm. Whenever I need the warmth of her craft, it’s rarely far away from grasp. And every time I get a hold of it and wrap it around my soul’s shell, I feel a little more at home and a little more at peace. My smile gets a little wider, and any off day gets a little better! 

But my mom doesn’t do her craft just for me. She does it for everyone she loves and cares about. Sometimes she even does it for total strangers as well. But there’s only a few of us who will get the crafted spells with her special mark upon it. 

And whenever I look at it, I feel so grateful and so loved. Thank you mom, for knitting magic and masterpieces! 

“Made by mom”