I love my son to death, but a part of me just wants to shake him and ask him why he's done what he's done. Some times I wonder if our kids have any idea what their actions do to us. Some days I just want to cry. I wonder what I could have done differently. Other days I'm so angry at him. How could he have done such stupid things? I feel sorry for him when I go to see him or when he calls. But other days I'm thinking he did what he did and now he has to pay for it. My feelings are just so mixed up. My emotions are just every where. He's not a child, he's 20 years old, but he will always be my little boy.
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