I'm not sure why the death of Marie Osmond's 18-year old son has touched me so. Maybe it's because I've followed the Osmond's since the beginning of their careers and had posters plastered on my "tween" bedroom walls; I was a part of their family. Or maybe it's because I identify with Marie's weight and depression issues. But I have a feeling it's more because I'm first and foremost a mother of two wonderful young men.
A mother lost her son to a terrible illness. Mothers in Chile and Haiti have lost their children as well, and I can only imagine all the pain these women are enduring and will continue to endure for the rest of their lives. So this has caused me a lot of reflection over the past two days on my guys and no matter what . . . I LOVE THEM!
I love them when they tease me incessantly about my "ranting" while I drive. I love them when they hide in the hall closet and try to scare the pee out of me (that HAS happened!!). I love them when they act as if they can't make their own sandwich (don't get any ideas you guys that I'll be doing that every day for you!). I love them when they unexpectedly say "I love you, mom." And no matter what they say or do or how angry I may get at them or how busy life becomes, they will always be my babies . . . and I LOVE THEM!!!
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