A Letter to My Son

Dear Noah-

Once upon a time there was a young woman who dreamt of a family.

This family included a loving husband and a gaggle of children.

Those children wore frilly dresses and pink ribbons.

She imagined a life of braided hair, fashion tips and boyfriend advice.

It never occurred to this young woman that her future would include blue layettes and hockey sticks.

Imagine her shock when she went in for her sonogram and discovered a little something she didn’t expect.

She was a taken aback.

This was not the plan.

Her life was a “No Boys Allowed” zone.

But you came anyway.

In a perfect world she would have taken one look at you and known that it was meant to be.

But that wasn’t the case.

She knew you were coming.

She bought the clothes and the bedding to prepare for you but still she wasn’t ready.

What was she supposed to do with this foreign creature?

It didn’t take long, however, for that young woman to realize that you were exactly what she needed.

You were quite possibly the easiest baby in the world so when you cried you broke her heart:

As you grew she came to realize what a happy, content & pure soul you had:

And then you went to Kindergarten and you both grieved:

As much as she  prayed it wouldn’t happen, you grew:

….and grew…..

….and grew….

…..until suddenly you became a young man:

…and in the blink of an eye the young woman wasn’t as young as she thought.

She was once again put in a position where she wasn’t sure how to deal with this alien creature who was thrust into her world.

But she had enough experience under her belt to know that this, too, was a phase and that the two of you would get through it together.

She knew that although you might pull away from her for now you would always remember the days when she gently tucked you under her wing and tried to show you that even when the world seemed hurtful and unfair you would always have a soft place to land.

She knew that even when you didn’t want to admit it,  nothing could replace your mother.

She knew enough to take a step back and allow you to dive head first into the deep end of puberty & watch you flail your arms and gasp for breath, knowing that you would eventually resurface and find yourself.

And maybe, just maybe, you would wipe the water from your eyes and see her standing on the sidelines, cheering you on, waiting patiently for you to return.

And you would smile.

She knew that eventually you would realize that she loved you more than anyone would ever love you.

She knew that at some point you would have enough clarity to see that although she wasn’t perfect as a mother her love for you was infinite.

And in that she found peace.





Filed under The Bigger Ones, The Ones That Are Mine

12 responses to “A Letter to My Son

  1. Great letter to your son! I love the progression. That last shot is fantastic!

  2. What a beautiful sweet post!! Thanks for sharing – and I love love love that last shot!

  3. Nicki

    Beautifully – and sincerely written. Lovely post.

  4. Oh my gosh, that is the sweetest post. And so very much how I feel about my little guy. That last shot is awesome!

  5. Pat

    Ok, no fair. As a mom who has gone through this, and now has an adult son, you’ve made me relive all those emotions. Thanks for the teary eyes and runny nose, Michelle! Wonderful letter!!! (I love the newpaper photo–priceless!)

  6. Bobbi

    This is such a truely beautiful post Michelle. Your son is just as lucky to have an awesome mom as you are to have an awesome son.

  7. Kim M.

    *sob* I’ve already commented on your recent photo of your son…it’s gorgeous! But this letter is exactly what I would say (and have said) to my son. I can assure you, you will be adding to this over the years! There’s so much more to come when you are the mother of a boy!

  8. Nicely written.

    Boys, foreign as they are, are a blessing to every mother privileged to bear them.

  9. Christin

    Yep – made me get all teary eyed too, and reminding me that these spazzy little rug-rats of mine who wrestle constantly, give everyone wedgies, and jump off of every thing with a ledge will all too soon be towering over me and off to their own lives where they won’t need me anymore. Beautiful letter to your son, that he will cherish when he is a father himself.

  10. My little boy is my only boy and the youngest of four. He is Mama’s boy for certain.

    This was just beautiful. My guy is only 9 months so I have all of this to look forward to.

  11. The kindergarten pictures? I don’t even KNOW him, but I want to HUG him!

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