A Letter to my Son

  

Dear Son,

This weekend was our second Mother's Day together. I can't even begin to tell you the joy it gives me being your mum. One day you will have children of your own and then you will understand how I feel. This year it was a quiet Mother's Day. Your Poppy had to go to help your Aunt move, so it was just us for a large portion of the day. I was not feeling well, but your Poppy and I did not know how bad off I was at first. It turns out I was very sick and you cried because you were scared and didn't know what was happening, I called Poppy and asked him to come home. I wanted so much to pick you up and tell you it was "Ok". It tore my heart out to not be able to comfort you, but at that moment I just couldn't. Luckily it was just a short burst of fear. You figured out pretty quickly that Mum was not feeling well and then did your best to 'take care of me'. It was so sweet watching you bring me all of your favorite books and then climb up on the couch and snuggle down. You have a gentle heart and a sweet soul. Today I'm still not out of the woods, and you have been bringing me books and "reading " them to me all day. Your sweet voice rises and falls with the same tones I use while I read you those stories. Other people might not recognize them as words, but I know what you are saying. Then you went and got my hairbrush and started to gently brush my hair. I thought my heart would melt. Ok.. Maybe it did melt.. I am so very privileged to be your Mum. Being sick is no fun for anyone, but I will treasure these moments. My loving, gentle boy. Never change. Shine on. 

Love, Mum~