O Blindness to the future kindly given that each may fill the circle marked by Heaven. Abigail Adams
When my son David was born, I longed to know what he was meant to do in life. I reasoned that, if I knew, I could guide and direct him, making sure he gets ‘what he was meant to do' done.
I still wish I knew some days…
Photo of David, courtesy LaNola Kathleen Stone
But most days, I'm grateful to be blind to the future. I can then focus on David's journey, trusting that he will ‘fill his circle marked by Heaven'…
…And simply be happy he was born.
And that I get to be his mother.
This post is dedicated to my son David on his 13th birthday.