The relationship between a parent and a child is the weirdest relationship you will ever have. It is close and intimate. It is cold and distant, with hearts raw and broken. And this could vary not by the year or the day, but by the moment.
I'm the mom that sits at Taekwondo tournaments and hopes for the first place that doesn't come. I'm the mom that's been at soccer games and ached inside, wishing that the sheer will of my love for this kid could make a ball float effortlessly from his foot or hand into the goal or hoop.
On Father's Day, 2011, Jake was diagnosed with kidney cancer. It was deemed terminal. Jake went from a young man about to take on the world to someone staring at his expiration date. Then the good part.
I feel grateful to have been raised by such an insightful and beautiful woman, who wanted nothing more than to pass on the magic of her heart and the motivation of her soul. For it's my mother that makes my bright light shine even brighter.