My heart was full

As a parent, there are times that our relationships with our growing children are anything but close. My first born, is 28. He was a child that when he turned into a pre-teen and then a teen, there were issues, that made him very difficult to love at times. I love him unconditionally, but there were more times that not; that I was so frustrated at his behavior and even more frustrated at my lack of parenting skills, to deal with such behavior. When he was 17 he moved to a different state, we saw each other rarely and spoke on the phone, every once in a while. Even though our relationship remained strained, through the years; my heart never gave up on him.

Its been a while since I have spoken to him. Last week, I did. It was one of those conversations, that as a parent you always hope and wait for. He is getting his life in order, his perspective on what is important in life, has changed. My heart was full and I told him so, over and over again.

When he was little I used to tell him he was my shinning star and that on some days he would shine bright and other days even brighter. This was one of those days that he shined like no other.