He has a glass heart, gloriously beautiful, vibrant and filled with the colours of innocence, passion and joy. It beats in syncopated rhythm with a tempo driven by loyalty, imagination, friendship and compassion.
But a glass heart can shatter if hit hard enough. Or it can be slowly chipped away until the damage is so great it can no longer sustain its purity.
It can erode under the everyday pressures which flow from expectations, judgement and censure. It can dissolve under the strain of conformity, the weight of derision, the tension of trying to fit in.
I can only keep it safely encased in my hands for such a short time, then it must be handed over to the care of others, less experienced and more careless than a mother. And I must sit and wait, and hope it is not returned so badly damaged that it will never be repaired.
I am a Madmother of two wonderful boys, wife to an amazing and tolerant man, daughter to an incredible woman whom we lost Oct 2010.
I have 4 blogs. Meandering is rambling, general, whatever takes my fancy stuff. Woven Words is for my short stories and creative writing, Nimbobulan Dreamings is my kids story. And my latest is Hellion on Wheels: my Roller Derby journey. Feel free to look at or follow all 4 if you wish.
Do note, however, all blogs are copyright of the author. They are not to be copied or printed and distributed without written permission from Madmother.