Musing in Manhattan

     This morning I was logging onto Today.com to create a post of my own but rather than going straight to my own site, I browsed the other writers’ posts.  One stood out to me with it poetic style and I quickly clicked on to read a wonderful young man’s thoughts on love and a memory that was etched in his mind.  He explained that he missed a particular smile, and that feeling of love that has been lost.  He wondered whether his one true love had come or gone or has he yet to meet her.  It is very rare (I think) that you find someone of his age feeling such a loss and feeling such a need for an all encompassing love.  It was/is quite remarkable to read his post.  I have not read anything so touching in quite a while and I found myself compelled to reading more of his work.  I turned to his autobiography–so sad.  This wonderful, absolutely precious soul has overcome so much and is still manages to walk on the positive side of life.  He longs for more of the wonderful things that life has to offer. He can’t forget his past, but he has not been beaten by either.  I can’t even begin to imagine the childhood he had, nor do I think I want to.  The images he set before me were enough to make me pull my boys closer to me and tell them a million times how much I love them.  As I tuck them into bed tonight I will lay beside them with my arms around them so they will always know that they mean the world to me now and always.  They will always know that I will be there to comfort them, nurture them and love them.  I may never be a perfect mom, but I know that I can give my sons what is most important:  my love and a feeling of security.   Thank you Travis, for sharing your world and your history with this mom of two.  God Bless you in all that you do.