So my oldest son keeps  testing the fences.

We’ve made remarkable progress in a year, but like all journey’s, it’s never a straight line to victory. Mental health is a hard thing. 

As a Mom, I see myself like this lion. I’m holding the door. I have to be strong when my kiddo can’t be. And that means tough love an carrying him when he needs it. And doing my best to tell the difference. 

Fierce. I have to fiercely champion him. 

I am grateful that I have the strength to roar. 

*ROAR*