The joy of motherhood. The joy of being a #boymom. Years of football practices and games, basketball, injuries, asthma, school, and eventually graduations. Seeing them become adults with their own identities. Watching them realize their likes and dislikes, joys, and pet peeves. Beaming as they apply things you taught them in life, letting you know they were listening. Creating memories, so much laughter and even a little pain. And one day it comes to a screeching halt. One of them is taken from you without warning. How do you navigate? You must be strong, you must be mighty.