The other day I remembered the best Christmas present that I was given which I hadn't shared on my blog. The boys each made me a card, and this is the card that Jay gave me. I'm always onto him about his writing, but I didn't care that it was his usual messy handwriting - what he wrote meant so much to me. It was the best Christmas present ever and if I only got that I would've been the happiest Mum ever.
Things are pretty hard right now and sometimes it's hard to know whether the decisions I am making for my boys, in trying to help them deal with their own grief, are the right ones. This just reminds me that the boys do appreciate things I do and say, even though sometimes they think it's too hard at the time.
We will get there together and I hope that we can look back in the future and see how far we have come together, because without my boys I couldn't do it either.