Letters To Our Sons - February

Each month I participate in a circle of talented women as we share posts to our sons.  Please follow the link through at the end of this post and visit Miranda as she shares her letter.

Dear Son,

My how the years have flown by.  It seems like only yesterday that I was anxiously awaiting your arrival and now here you are well into your teen years.  I still remember the day you arrived, an unseasonably warm late October day.  I was in early labor and we had walked and walked, but you still weren't quite ready to arrive.  I decided to take a nap and your father who was itching to go  Home Depots Grand Opening left me in the capable hands of the midwife while he ran to get a quick glimpse at the new store and pick us up Chick fil A for lunch.  That is exactly when you decided it was time.  No sooner was he out of the driveway than my contractions picked up and I found myself wanting him there to help me through...this was before we both carried a cell phone with text messaging and all the modern ways of keeping in touch.  Thankfully his trip wasn't to long and he made it back before your grand entrance.

What joy you brought to our family as we became four.  You were such a pleasant infant, always laughing and smiling and wiggling.  I remember long before you could crawl, you would scoot around on your back, like an inch worm inching towards whatever object had caught your eye.  You were busy but so pleasant.  You fondly became our Tigger as you bounced around giggling and climbing, something you still do today.

 

Maybe it's having an older brother to compete with or just your unique abilities but I have always admired your confidence.  Whatever it is you go forward with the mindset that you can and you do.  You excel in most everything you try.  Currently that's computers, parkor, and a new interest in medieval reenacting.

 At fourteen, you boast confidence, yet immaturity.  One minute I feel as if I'm dealing with a man and the next a boy.  You have great big dreams and the confidence to see them through, but at times your pride prevents you from listening to the wisdom of your parents and you have to learn the hard way.  It always breaks my heart for my children to not heed wisdom and have to experience the reality of foolishness, but I know that each lesson develops responsibility and wisdom in you and molds you into the man you will soon become. 

A man that in many way already resembles so much of your father..his drive, diligence, confidence, attention to detail, desire for order and cleanliness, ability to direct others and lead...yet you are unique in your interests and abilities, specially created for a specific purpose and your father and I have the opportunity and blessing of training you up and helping to prepare you for that purpose.  Whatever the future holds in store for you I have no doubt that you will excel and be great, because your spirit is blessed with greatness and excellence.  

I love you son, for who you have always been, since the moment I knew I was expecting you, who you are now and who you will someday be.  

Love,
Mom

To read more letters to our sons click on over to Miranda's page and read her sweet letter.