My son; 2 or 3 or 4

I don’t now how many times I have set out to write about Ian and ended up talking about myself or something else related to my own interests.

My theory is that a son’s (or daughter’s) interests depend on his or her mother’s or father’s. If these are not met then the child cannot be happy. It IS in the mother’s well-being for the child’s well-being needs to be met. Tragedies can relate a richness in life at any stage or phase of living; I’m not saying that everybody has to be happy or the mother is at fault. Not by any means. Just that, obviously, there is a bond there that must be strongly protected and respected that “Pro-Choice” has been etching away at and DESTROYING.

So, Roe vs. Wade is down. What comes in its wake: what healing? what social restructuring? What pain? How do we rebuild our society in the wake of this folly. And, the most difficult question, What was the meaning in it?

As for my son, he inherited the legacy of “Pro-Choice” in the worst possible way. I was having post-abortion nightmares when he was an infant. And after that I dragged those children around with me as if they were living and right there beside me.

Ian knew, as a child does. He had an imaginary friend. He hated ME.

It is so sad for me for it to come down to that after the work I’ve put in in the last couple of years to proactively participate in healing him from the trauma of his early youth and infancy and even his life in the womb, at heart he still hates me for how it actually went. Things that only a mother knows and never tells until a time like this. It was such a shocker to me to realize this.