Dear Son
Dear Son,
I wanted to take a little time out of the chaos and hectic schedules and write you this. Being a new mom is overwhelming, and I have poured myself into that 110%. My first everything: my first son: my first child. In the years to come, I will teach you so much, but you have already taught me infinite amounts. You have taught me what it is to be a mother, to be selfless. You have taught me pure love. You have taught me that it is possible to have a piece of my heart outside of my body.
I still could feel that warm love that gushed into my heart when I first saw you. You are perfect. You took my breath away and I knew that I would never view life or myself the same. I was smitten by your tiny hands and the way that you looked at me for the first time melted everything away. I was made better in a moment. I knew it that moment I would fight for you, cry for you and would die for you. I love you that much. And it might seem crazy to think that I would say those things, but it’s true. I insisted that you slept in that hospital bed with me on my chest. I wanted to feel your warmth and make you feel protected from everything.
Nine months just passed like nine days in a row. I loved and enjoyed every little time I spend with you. Dressing you up, feeding you and putting you to sleep are almost a hobby now. Your smell don’t leave me even when I am at work. You smell like creamy milk and mint, and I’m sad I can’t bottle that scent and revisit it for years to come. And if sleeping were a competitive sport, you stand a good chance of bringing home some medals to adorn your nursery.
Every day, like a book, I try and read another page of you so I can witness your unfolding plot. But right now, your story still largely exists in my imaginative head. You are a swaddled little bundle of potential, and the triumphs and trials of your future loom yet unknown. And yet, while your father and I don’t know whether you’ll prefer trains or planes, books or playgrounds, while we don’t know what passions you will pursue. We will always encourage you to do what is right. Because it is our responsibility to help you shape them.
I believe, first and foremost, that you will understand where you came from. There is a myth in our culture that we like to tell: that we, as self-reliant individuals, build in our life based on our hard works and efforts to use our talents and skills. It is a lovely myth because the message is meant to empower: no matter who you are or what your origins, you can create for yourself the life that you want with the gifts God has given you.
As you lay sleeping next to me, I am grateful that you are here, and I am overjoyed to be your mother. Sleep well, my little one. I can’t wait to get to know you tomorrow, and in all our tomorrows to come. You have been given the world and it is yours for the taking.
In a few short months, it won’t just be you and me anymore. And at times you may be in confusion with the world and everything in it, but I hope that you always know how very much you mean to your daddy and me. You are our world right now. And our world is only going to be growing and expanding, but it will never take anything away from you and what you mean to us.
I completely and utterly adore you my love.
Love
Your mom
I wanted to take a little time out of the chaos and hectic schedules and write you this. Being a new mom is overwhelming, and I have poured myself into that 110%. My first everything: my first son: my first child. In the years to come, I will teach you so much, but you have already taught me infinite amounts. You have taught me what it is to be a mother, to be selfless. You have taught me pure love. You have taught me that it is possible to have a piece of my heart outside of my body.
I still could feel that warm love that gushed into my heart when I first saw you. You are perfect. You took my breath away and I knew that I would never view life or myself the same. I was smitten by your tiny hands and the way that you looked at me for the first time melted everything away. I was made better in a moment. I knew it that moment I would fight for you, cry for you and would die for you. I love you that much. And it might seem crazy to think that I would say those things, but it’s true. I insisted that you slept in that hospital bed with me on my chest. I wanted to feel your warmth and make you feel protected from everything.
Nine months just passed like nine days in a row. I loved and enjoyed every little time I spend with you. Dressing you up, feeding you and putting you to sleep are almost a hobby now. Your smell don’t leave me even when I am at work. You smell like creamy milk and mint, and I’m sad I can’t bottle that scent and revisit it for years to come. And if sleeping were a competitive sport, you stand a good chance of bringing home some medals to adorn your nursery.
Every day, like a book, I try and read another page of you so I can witness your unfolding plot. But right now, your story still largely exists in my imaginative head. You are a swaddled little bundle of potential, and the triumphs and trials of your future loom yet unknown. And yet, while your father and I don’t know whether you’ll prefer trains or planes, books or playgrounds, while we don’t know what passions you will pursue. We will always encourage you to do what is right. Because it is our responsibility to help you shape them.
I believe, first and foremost, that you will understand where you came from. There is a myth in our culture that we like to tell: that we, as self-reliant individuals, build in our life based on our hard works and efforts to use our talents and skills. It is a lovely myth because the message is meant to empower: no matter who you are or what your origins, you can create for yourself the life that you want with the gifts God has given you.
As you lay sleeping next to me, I am grateful that you are here, and I am overjoyed to be your mother. Sleep well, my little one. I can’t wait to get to know you tomorrow, and in all our tomorrows to come. You have been given the world and it is yours for the taking.
In a few short months, it won’t just be you and me anymore. And at times you may be in confusion with the world and everything in it, but I hope that you always know how very much you mean to your daddy and me. You are our world right now. And our world is only going to be growing and expanding, but it will never take anything away from you and what you mean to us.
I completely and utterly adore you my love.
Love
Your mom
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