"Why do you love me, Mama?"
Asked not in simple curiousity, but out of desperation, and a true lack of understanding as to why someone could...would...love him. After all, everyone else had abandoned him.
Those who said they loved...left.
And he is left struggling to understand how it is that someone who didn't know him, now loves him.
How do I answer that question?
To some extent I understand. I have dealt with feelings of loss and abandonment for most of my life. They threatened the early years of our marriage as I could not shake the feeling that Mark would leave. Recent events in my family once again caused me to question how and why love is.
I don't know, Alex. I don't know why I love you. I don't know why others didn't love you, or why they did things that made you think they don't love you.
But here and now, I love you. You are my son. And I will choose to love you for the rest of my life.