When Alon came along, so did a new fear — that is to be dead long before he has a fighting chance in this difficult life. I’m worried about who will teach him manners, values, critical thinking, creativity, and spirituality.

And my response? To keep on writing.

So he will hear momma, a talking thinking momma. Not just a photo/video momma, but one from whom he can keep learning, long after I’m gone. A momma who doesn’t just preach, but also unfolds. A momma who isn’t perfect, but real. A momma he may never see again, but whose love he will feel eternally.

Thanks to Alon I have the courage to find and hold my voice again. I will pour my heart out so he will hear me loud and clear even from the other side!