For a while, I have been wanting to publish an open letter to my son, but the timing never seemed right, until now. Here’s an excerpt from An Open Letter to My Son.
“…Dear Poppy, my most wonderful and treasured gift,
Just a few days ago, your father asked me to explain how I feel about you but wasn’t easy. Not because I am unsure of how I feel, but the fullness of a miracle cannot be adequately explained, only experienced. There aren’t enough words, phrases, expressions, or languages in the entire world to truly explain how I feel about you or to summarize in a few moments the love I have for you. It will take a lifetime just to give you a peek into my love for you, but I will do my best to try here and now.
The week before I found out that I was pregnant with you, I told your dad that I felt like something was missing from my life. He asked what that “it” was, but I couldn’t tell him because I wasn’t certain. A few days later, I received my answer. It was you, Son. My life was nearly perfect, but it was missing you. Now, I feel complete.
Watching you grow each and every day has been the greatest joy of my life. You are smart, funny, intelligent, inquisitive, curious, loving, and so much more. I could not have been blessed with a more perfect son. When I look at you, I see the future. I see hope and all that is good in the world. You have a light about you that will only grow brighter. Don’t ever let anything or anyone dim your light, including me.
Poppy, it is my prayer that the world gives you all of the desires of your heart. I pray that life treats you fairly, people treat you kindly, and I hope that your father and I raise you to return that same energy to the world. The journey that is life will not always be easy, but I promise to be here to support you and love you, unconditionally, as long as there are breath and life in my body.
Son, you are prayers in the flesh, hopes and dreams manifested. You are everything that I have ever wanted and needed in a child. I thank God for you every single day for blessing me with the honor and duty of being your mother. These words here are only able to illustrate but a minuscule, a fraction of a fraction of a fraction of my love and gratitude for you.
Son, my Poppy, I love you more than you’ll ever, ever know.
The One With the Boobies and the Milkies.