My heart doesn’t know the difference.
When you get in the car to leave I’m always anxious, and I pray over your safety.
When you have a bad day, it breaks me in 2 when I can’t fix it.
I pray for your success and hope for your future.
I pray for Godly friendships and blessings over your life.
I want to give you everything but know I can’t because that isn’t love
I want to save you from all the mistakes because it hurts watching you learn the hard way.
I get mad at your stubbornness because I need you to heed my warnings
I also take pride in the young man you try to be, because I know what it feels like to wrestle with your flesh.
And try to fit in.
I know you’re good because I see it in how easy you love other people.
Being a parent is not for the weak.
And my heart doesn’t know you were not born flesh of my flesh,
But chosen by God to add love to my life.
And It doesn’t make a difference.