I snuggled next to Will in his bed the other night. All comfy in his covers. I put my arm around that big 9 year old body. He put his arm around my even bigger 33 year old frame.
It was dark. Quiet. We didn't want to wake anyone.
He whispered.
"Mom, you're really good at being a parent."
and you're pretty good at being my son.
Love you, buddy.
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