A Quick Letter to My Son

Dear Honey,

I watched you this morning as you were dreaming in the darkness. There was just a little light filtering in from the crack of the bathroom door. You looked like an angel. I sat there looking at your chubby cheeks and perfect profile.

Then you woke up with smiles and joy like you do every morning. On my worst days, I only have to hear the laughter in your voice and my mood soars. You don’t know the meaning of unhappiness. You exude happiness from every pore of your body. You are my hero. I wish I could be more like you-

As you got dressed this morning, I caught your reflection in the bathroom mirror and I stifled a little gasp. Not only do you resemble your father so much, you are starting to carry yourself with the confidence and maturity of a grown man. This change in you is happening before my very eyes and it is absolutely bittersweet.

I know my job is to prepare you for your life ahead and I hope someday that you will think I have done a good job. It is hard to take something so innocent, precious and full of joy and know that you will encounter life’s struggles, unhappiness, and difficulty as you travel down the path that is your life but I am already completely confident that you will tackle any and all of life’s hardships with your unique and infectious positivity. How do I know? You don’t know any other way!

It is bittersweet as your Mother to watch you grow before my very eyes. It is almost too much to bear but I know that I cannot win a fight against time.

You are my Everything and so much more. It was not until the day I met you and held you in my arms that I realized that my life really had purpose. In that first moment that I looked down at you, I knew why I was here. It was for you.

And you were here for me.

We are here for each other. Always-

Like two peas in a pod.

1-4-3 Honey-

I love you a bushel and a peck,

Mommy