I am currently a fan of the series of Criminal Minds, and my every day indulgent, after a long day of being a Mom and after work. There was one episode last week about a mother coming forward and believed that her son was still alive, after being abducted when he was just 8 years old. He was kidnapped 8 years ago too. And she sincerely knew in her heart that her son was still alive. Even if most of the FBI agents did not believe her.

It struck a cord in me. And I thought, that there is a lot of truth about motherly instinct. And most often, the instincts that we follow are for the good, if not for the best. I know my son is just three years old, but there are circumstances that my heart just wants me to do something for the betterment of Sky.

It’s hard to explain, but there are times that I “feel” that he’s going to pee in the bed if I don’t wake him up at one point in the night. And when morning comes, true enough, the bed becomes wet. (Although this only happens when he’s really, REALLY tired)

Like now, that even if I made a decision to be apart from his dad. My heart cringes whenever he asks why his dad doesn’t come over. And I tell him the truth. That daddy and mommy just need time apart, and work on being friends again. Because it is not good if we’re together and we’re always fighting. It’s tough telling the truth to a three-year old. However, you will be surprised that they DO UNDERSTAND.

“When I see Daddy, I will tell him to give you a hug. When you are crying or sad… Like what I do…And then you smile at me…. I will tell Daddy that.”

Unknowingly my son, pierced an arrow straight to my heart. I am following my instinct this time. And I think I am on the right track.