I talked to his mom.
Last night, I talked to A’s mom. We had wanted to connect about wellness and natural products that she sells. We talked for 3 hours about God, spirituality, intuition, and being mothers. She told me about a time when A was alone and scared. She spread out moments from his childhood, and I wove them together with the pieces he had shared with me. Struggles, trauma, where his stubbornness stems from and a deep-rooted sense of morality, generosity, family, and love. And so I loved him through her eyes, as a mother does.
I told her that I try to understand his spirituality, to catch glimpses of it. She thanked me for asking him, “What is one thing that made you happy in the last 24 hours?” even though he told me, “That’s a dumb question,” as I laughed and insisted that it wasn’t; that it’s a tiny clue to what will make you happy for the rest of your life.
She said that she only wants one thing and that is, of course, for her child to be happy. And, so, if I want to know the purpose of my life, I think that might be a good place to start. It’s not being exactly who anyone else wants me to be; it’s finding joy and security in the life that I choose for myself.
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