Son of Anarchy

I got a phone call the other night..2am. THOSE are never good calls.The last one was New Years Eve..both sons out on motorcycles. It didn't end well.Anyway I digress.I answered the phone with my Credit Card in hand..but I was floored at the convo that followed.I thought he was a bit drunk. he was not. He just wanted to shoot the shit with mom. How kool is THAT? He told me he used to sneak into my poem books when he was little.He told me my writing blew him away even back then. He thanked me for making him the man he was today (I was so proud). He has my eyes,my temper & my ability for forgiveness.He has my love of life,my ability to over come bullshit.He has my heart.He knows you treat people the way you want to be treated.Most of my friends that have FB & kids tell me their kids won't allow them to say "I love you" on their wall..everyone of my kids posts "I love you mom" regularly.My boys kiss me in public, in front of their friends.They would fight to death if anyone ever harmed me.It's moments like these & phone calls like those that make raising 4 kids as a single mom totally worth every second of it.They KNOW who & what I am, they accept my flaws & treat them as assets.So it appears that I have done well with this child rearing thang. I am blessed.I love each & every one of you. BTW I would fight to the death for all of you too. Love.."Ma Dukes"..or as one calls me "The mother ship"