One day, I was having a horrible day, I felt extremely overwhelmed with having moved so far from my friends and family, and getting used to living a new way of life in an all new town. I was Missing seeing my old friends and my sister and her children back home. It was summer and the  second year I had not seen the ocean and the boardwalk I grew up on. It was a hot day and I was sitting outside perched on a rock outside in my garden crying. Sailor had been inside taking a nap. I was crying so hard and so wrapped up in my lonliness that I didnt hear Sailor come outside. I felt his tiny hand on my shoulder and he came around to the front of me barefooted and in nothing but a diaper and he put his hand under my chin and lifted it and said "It ok mommy, I know you" and it was then that I realized that he was not only a tremendous gift of a child, but a special spiritual being. I never really had to tell him anything...its true, he always just knew. I think of those words every time I feel like there is no one in this world that understands me...People used to ask me to do things, go places, and wonder why I wasn't interested in going around with friends. My children, were, and are my friends. I didn't want to be anywhere they weren't. My son, for the last almost eight years of my life was my best friend. I don't regret cutting off the rest of the world FOR my world...my son. Now, especially.

Till we meet again my precious...I know you too.

-Mommy