My life has been filled with so many regrets.
Countless times, I thought about going back in time. I used to wonder what I would change to fix my mistakes and avoid those hurts.
Then I had my son. Watching him grow, from the day he was born, through learning to speak and walk, to being able to talk with me, I have truly felt how much he relies on me, cares for me, and loves me. As I love him, I am loved in return, softly healed by his love.
Now, even when facing those past regrets, I would never want to go back. I am far too afraid that changing the past might mean my son wouldn’t be born. With him in my life, those regrets can drift away on the wind.
I’m past forty now, but I would never turn back the clock twenty or thirty years if that meant never meeting my son. Meeting him has been the greatest blessing of my life. I love him so much, my precious boy.