Baby Boy

He's been on his own for almost 2 weeks now. He calls every night that he's working (cause they don't have a phone yet.) He's doing well, eating well, I think. He's coming over on Sunday so we can feed him and send him home with the stew, banana bread and meatloaf that we'll be making and freezing tomorrow.

And perhaps some soap and shampoo that I just happened to pick up at the grocery store today.

His mother did ok, relatively speaking, until about Tuesday of this week. Then we had a little breakdown. She's wondering what the purpose of her life is now, what she's supposed to do with the rest of her years now that she doesn't have a child to raise or anyone to take care of.

I know that it'll pass, that things will get better once she finds her feet, once she realizes that her baby boy will always be her baby boy and will always need her. No matter how old he gets. She's, really, the parent he can count on.