My kids…how I love them. When they are happy, I am happy. When they are sad, my heart breaks. Whatever they feel, I feel. And intensely. I still worry about their needs. Are they fed and warm? Are they making good decisions and choices? Are they feeling loved?
I cannot turn the mom in me off. I’m more mom than anything else. So much so, that I don’t know who I am outside of that role.
Discouragement sorta followed me into this new week. I tried not to allow it, but realistically I cannot control outside forces. The issues of last week are still ever present in this week.
This morning my son, Ezekiel, greatly encouraged me through text.

Ezekiel: Have a good day ❤️
Me: You too, love ❤️
Ezekiel: You’re a wonderful mom ❤️
Me: I don’t feel like it.
Ezekiel: You don’t have to feel it in order for something to be true.
Me: ♥️
What a beautiful way to start my morning. His words softened my soul. I need to be grounded.
You don’t have to feel it in order for it to be true. ♥️
Andi
Coffee with Andi 
He’s right
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I’m glad one of your sons got through to you 😝😂
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😆
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You tell me all the time even though you’ve never met me in person. And I appreciate it.
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Souls connect even when you can’t physically.
I’m the son nobody listens to anyway 😂
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Goof. 😄 Goodnight 😴💤
Sleep well.
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G’night!
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He is such a remarkable young man. ❤️
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Yes, he is. Quite amazing, actually.
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What a wise son you have!!
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