People say a mother’s love is blind, but that’s not true. For six years, I saw Tristan’s desperation and heard his lies, but that wasn’t the truth of who my son was. That was the shadow of addiction. I also saw Tristan’s radiant grin, overflowing into a goofy belly laugh. I woke to his homemade cinnamon buns and the steaming cup of Earl Grey he made just for me. I felt his last hug as he said, “Love you, Mom.” Then, at age 21, he was gone. My love for Tristan wasn’t blind. It saw his soul. — Kathy Wagner
Real Life of an MSW 
Heartbreaking but a beautiful perspective.
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I agree! Thank you for reading and commenting.
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All along, that’s all Jesus wants us to see anyways, is a person soul. At that point we can judge righteously. Beautiful
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Thanks for reading and commenting!
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