This book is for my son.
For the boy who wiped my tears before he even understood what pain was.
For the child who made me feel seen when I was falling apart.
For the one who asked hard questions, held me close, and loved me gently when I didn't know how to love myself.
My Son, My Moon
isn't polished or perfect - it's real.
It's the truth I never got to say out loud.
It's the love I gave, the hurt I carried, and the healing that came from being his mom.
These pages hold the pieces of me that survived - through heartbreak, betrayal, silence, and survival.
They're about parenting while healing.
About being honest when it would've been easier to lie.
About choosing softness in a world that demanded I be hard.
If you've ever had to raise a child while rebuilding yourself -
If you've ever tried to protect someone while learning how to protect your own heart -
If you've ever found strength in your child's love...
Then maybe this book is for you, too.