Originally published: 12/2017
Dear Son,
In a few short months everything changes for you. In a few short months everything changes for me. For the last 21 years and the proceeding 40 weeks before that during pregnancy, you have been the sum, total focus of my life. There are no words that have ever been written, or at the very least that I have ever read that could define the joy and pride I feel of you being my Son and I being your Mother.
In our little family unit we believe children, before they are born are the stars in the Heavens and when their little souls are ready they pick their Mom. It’s a quaint notion but one I firmly believe in. Energy always knows energy, son. I can only imagine the observation choice process and it always makes me smile. Soul in observation: that woman looks a little crazy but she has a proven track record—she protects; nourishes and supports those she loves. Soul in observation: It also looks like she needs what is missing in her life, me. Energy always knows energy, son.
I knew you were special from the moment you were born. All parents like to think that and well they should. My observation came though as an outsider watching you interact with others, if you believe in old souls, yours my son is age-old. Though you were my son, my observation as an outsider continued. Through my observation and watching your interactions with others over the years came a monumental epiphany—you don’t belong to me; you never did, you belong to the world. I was just the vessel you came through, the sentry of your soul.
Fast forward twenty-one years and as this momentous occasion looms, I can’t help but think of all the ones that came before, momentous in their own right. The day you started pre-school and they ripped you from my arms, I cried as much as you did-I just waited until I got out the door out of your sight. The day you made your first communion and they asked you to address the class from the pulpit-you looked so handsome in your suit and tie. The day I watched you in your first play and I asked myself-who is that magnificent performer commanding that stage? The day you told me you were graduating 4th in your High School Class-so unassuming and so unbelievably humble. The day you graduated from High School and went to see your dying Grandmother so she could see you-she would only live 7 more days. The day she died and my whole world shattered-you my son were my rock, a role reversal that will never be lost on me.
In a few short months everything changes for you. In a few short months everything changes for me. You my son, will be my equivalent, two adults now on the same playing field. I can no longer “tell” you what to do, I can only ask you-what do you want to do? It is a behind the scenes roll I can only take because of all the in front roles I have taken. I have done my job, the one entrusted to me by whatever greater power you believe in. Having you has made me a better person, you may never know just how much so. How very confident I am you will leave the world a much better place than you found it. You, my son, “are a gift no man can duplicate, made truly from above”.
I can’t wait to see what you do in your lifetime. I am proud of you son. I love you son.
Mom
Kimberly
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