I don’t talk about my big boy too much. Teenagers live in their own world. But my mama sent me his drawings from third grade. And seeing how much he’s grown… how his talent has evolved… I’m so proud of him. And still, it’s bittersweet. 🥺 Because he used to draw with his dad. He used to run and show him every picture. So excited. So proud. Now I get to watch him grow into something he loves and his dad isn’t here to see it. That’s the kind of grief that doesn’t scream. It just sits in your chest. Proud mama. Tender heart. Both can exist. 💙 If you’re parenting through grief too, you’re not alone. LTKmomlife LTKdayinmylife