Once upon a time, i was in love with my son’s father. In the beginning, he made me breakfast every morning. He held me tightly and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and when he told me what we had was “magic,” I believed him. I still believe that.
It was magic because we were supposed to make Jaden, my little king. Today, for the first time ever, Jaden told me he loves me.
“I uuvv ooohhh, mama,” he said with his tiny voice. I love you too, Jaden. And if I could do it again, if I had to do it all over again, I would. Because you are my everything (and your toes are pretty damn cute too).
As a single mom, who already have a little king or queen, can we really make room for another one? I think I stopped waiting for my knight in shining armor to rescue me.