Every couple days I have this realization. I am responsible for the person he will be. 

Will he be polite? Helpful? Kind? 

I’m the one teaching him that. I’m modeling the person I want him to be.

I spent my life trying to not be my mother. It didn’t matter, I hear her voice come out of my mouth. My brother was never life our dad, but he is becoming dad every day.

The adult my son will be is partly in my hands.

How I react to frustrations. How I discipline. How I treat others. He will see it all. 

Doesn’t stress me out at all!