Mother

I went in to check on Arthur last night sleeping, and then sat on the edge of my bed wondering for a moment if we were doing ok, if we were good enough, hoping he’s happy. I wondered if you always feel like this, knowing that you’re doing your best but never really knowing if you’re getting it right. One thing it made me sure of was that I’d call my own mother first thing in the morning, and that l’d tell her and make sure she knew that she did a great job. And that I love her very much.