So, this was a favorite song of younger's, back in preschool. I can hear his voice, see his smile, see him do the motions that go with it, and the memory is melting me into puddle of tears. Because he is so not THAT anymore.
I'm reading about other people's recovery journeys and wondering if I've done enough on mine to protect my boys.
My older guy is rubber. My younger guy has always been more fragile.
I feel like the universe is forcing me to take a harder look at my younger guy, and I'm having a hard time with what I see.
Just overwhelmed with the thought that my best here was never good enough.
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