Well I told Beau that I’m so ashamed of all the mistakes I’ve been making as a mother and I feel like Max adrift at sea and among the wild things and I’m waiting to return home and have my supper.
I’m waiting for that moment of grace.
He said, “Bridget, you’re a wonderful mother. I’m sure if you told the stories you have about things that have happened with your boys, everyone would say they don’t know how their kids have survived, either.”
“And it was still hot.”
By the way, My great Grandpa and my Great Great Grandpa’s name was Max. There’s a literary boy name! But not my cup of tea for a son. But still…fun.