Lumineers played in the background. I stood amidst dishes needing to be washed and veggies waiting to be put away and memories outgrown. Soon I felt the gentle pressure of a graceful hand on my back and turned to see my eldest son smiling softly up at me, he put out his hand in a quiet invitation to dance. I smiled back, ignoring the tears still gliding down my cheeks, and accepted. He lightly guided me around the kitchen and I gently taught him how to lead a woman and soon I relaxed, eyes closed and my son led...for the first time. His chest expanded with pride and I smiled.
Boys be proud to grow into men.
Discover what that means.
And know how to lead.I am proud to watch this boy in his walk toward manhood. I am honored to be his mom.