The Battle He Fights

I look at him as he sleeps.  I think to myself, is he really mine?  He was a newborn just yesterday, in reality yesterday was 10 years ago.  He sleeps and I slip back into his baby years, my first born.  The time we spent together–he and I.  Reflecting on one of my most favorite traits about him, his smile and infectious laugh.  I prayed he would always keep that with him and not let the weight of the world turn on a frown, that he would push through his challenges no matter what they are.  Looking at him, I ache for his struggles–the battle that he fights.  A fight where I can be in his army and walk with him in his battle and be his backup where needed.  Feeling what he feels will never be a superpower of mine.  To walk in his shoes will be as close as I get to his fight.  I will battle with him on his journey. I will be happy as he meets his successes.  I will stand in his corner as he meets his childhood battles and then some. Patience and understanding will be a battle tool of mine that will be sharpened.  Answers will be the treasure.  The goal to help him fight his battles while he lives a great life!

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