i think i’ve held a pretty clear notion that a good mom doesn’t have a son who loves guns so passionately…and that if she did have that son she’d be able to douse him with so much love, affection and logic he would turn away from it…she would never have that kind of toy in her house….because there would be no interest for it. then after the dousing of love an affection, she’d whip up a cake that would taste like home.
not this mama.
i have a gun on a stack of library books and bought cake mix (after two failed attempts at cake from scratch).
humbled again. and again. and again.