to raise a child.
I don't know about you, but raising a 9 year old boy has been one of the hardest things that I have ever done in my life. At times, it feels like I am running a marathon. Right when I think I can't do it or it seems too hard, I have people on the side lines (a village of people) helping me get through it. I suddenly have a feeling that I WILL make it. Our kids will make it. I want my boys to grow up being strong, happy, successful men. I know one thing for sure, I can't raise them alone. It takes a village. So, thank you to Jackson's sunday school teacher who called to say you missed him at church. And thank you to our ward primary president who called to say she missed Jackson at a scout activity yesterday. He feels loved. I feel grateful!