i don't like my child
I could feel the tears starting to well up in my eyes and that familiar lump start to form in my throat. As I looked around the room, I knew I needed to share my struggle. The words burned deeper into my soul... I was a horrible mother. I feared speaking but the words came spilling out before I had time to stop them. I don't like my son And just like that, my secret was out in the open. Out in a room full of women I respected. Women who loved God and who I was sure had never had a feeling like this before. I mean, what mom says she doesn't like her son. The dam that had held the tears back broke and I couldn't stop them from falling. I looked around the room and surprisingly I did not see faces of utter disgust at what I had just said. No, instead I saw something else. Could it be compassion? love? understanding? My soul caught a glimpse of light. And then the mom sitting across from me spoke words that I will never forget... I went through a season ju