I am so proud of you, my child.
I love you. As you are.
I see your wisdom, strength, courage, creativity, faults, vulnerability, your inner-child, and I see your kingliness, your warrior, your magician, your seductive lover.
I could not imagine a more perfect son.
I had hopes for you to be different. You have taken those hopes, extracted their essence, and you have become better than that. You are good and you are happy. A true man of integrity.
I see in your pushing back, the releasing of yourself from my projections.
My heart swells with utter pride and adoration for the man and child in you.
You are.
Thank you for being such a shining light for all to see.
I learn from you.
I am so happy that you have always played devil’s advocate when life has thrown you a curve-ball. You have seen the message in the challenge. I hurt for you when you hurt. I see the pain in your eyes and respect your utter, gritty resilience in being integrous to yourself. I know this hasn’t been easy. Loss. Ending. Dashing of hopes and dreams. Being punished by the one you once loved.
I see how you married to escape the control, the guilt, the punitive shame, the patriarchy, and yet how you also needed this refining fire to become so pure, so true, so courageous, self-loving.
I am so happy that you have found love. A love that is so deeply satisfying. A love that nourishes your soul, your inner-child. You deserve this. Please share this special bond with me! Who is this incredibly special woman that can melt MY son’s heart? I absolutely must know her, see her soul. Who is she, that my magnificent son would bare his utter depth of soul to her? I encourage you on your journey, and along this road with her. Because I respect and love you, by extension, I respect and love her.
How can I support you more?
I love you without condition! I see our differences and they are nothing to me, because I see our sameness.
You are.
I am.
We are.
I utterly approve of you.
This is love!
I love you!