A Letter To My Son

A Letter To My Son

From the day you were born I have loved and been amazed by you.

Your first appearance in the world. You were all wrinkled and blue. Covered in blood, refusing to cry.

Finally getting to hold you. Looking down at your squished, bruised head all covered with dark black hair. Gazing into your beautiful navy blue eyes.

Taking you home 4 days later to Grandma Dee’s. Putting you in your new crib. You looked so tiny and lost in that huge bed.

Reading to you night after night from the collection of “Little Golden Books” I had bought for you.

And when you got older it was always your favorite “Pinocchio” that I read every night.

Being scared to death something was terribly wrong with you when you started to get high temps and projectile vomit everywhere. Then crying with relief after finding out you were only teething.

Nursing you through scarlet fever, bronchitis and then chicken pox. Putting socks on your little hands so you wouldn’t accidentally scratch any open.

Then when you were 15 months you broke your collar bone falling down Aunt Pam’s steps. The doctor telling me to keep you still-not let you run around so you wouldn’t fall and re-injure it. That was not very easy to do!

Trying not to laugh as you screamed bloody murder the first time you walked barefoot in the grass, the first time you met Santa, the first time you touched a dog.

Finally moving out on our own when you were 2 ½.

Laughing (now) as you sat in front of a fan- squeezing a bottle of baby powder. Your face all lit up as you watched it fall like snow all over the living room.

Or the time you came running out of the bathroom- your pants dragging off one ankle saying “done”. And I find a whole roll of Charmin in the toilet cause you learned to wipe all by yourself.

Teaching you to brush your teeth, get dressed by yourself, tie your shoes, write your name, count to 10, learn your phone number.

Going for walks up town, to the park, going fishing.

Sending you off to Kindergarten. Trying not to be like the other clinging moms so I wouldn't embarrass you.

Finally being able to afford to take you on real vacations to Disney, D.C.

I was so proud when you made the Power of the Pen and Spelling Bee finals, The Delphian Chorale. Wow my little guy making the premier singing group at Philly H.S.

Watching you play in marching and jazz bands. Going off to Homecoming and Prom 4 years in a row. The girls just couldn’t leave you alone!

Getting your Driver’s license and then your first job at Dairy Queen.

Seeing my little boy graduate from high school.

And although it was so very difficult to push you out on your own, I’m very proud of your growth into adulthood.

I love you so very much and am very honored to be your mom.