This boy…the first boy I ever fell unconditionally in love with from the moment I held him in my arms.
He’s also the first boy to kick and scream as he tried to wriggle his way out of those same arms working relentlessly just to calm him down.
He’s the boy that would climb into my bed on many late nights when he couldn’t fall asleep, just to lay on my chest and feel safe.
The same boy that shuts himself in his bedroom at night; If I’m lucky, I can sometimes get a glimpse of him as he shuffles to the kitchen for a late night snack.
This boy sometimes hates me and often thinks I’m the “worst”.
He has no idea how often I doubt my parenting decisions, but I try my best to do what’s best for him.
And he doesn’t know how aware I am of the many times my best just isn’t good enough.
This boy has given me many gray hairs, stretch marks and more stress than I thought possible.
And he’s given me butterfly kisses, countless hugs, and endless moments filled with life and laughter.
He knows just how to push every one of my buttons at the same time , yet still knows just what to say to soften me up so I cave in.
He is manipulative, sneaky… knows how to cross all boundaries.
In the same breath, he loves whole heartedly, empathetic, and sometimes hurts.
This boy has my energy, my eyes, and Irish temper. My ability to talk insistently at the most inappropriate times and not hold his tongue.
He inherited my ability to fall hard and fast, but my strength to bounce back and keep going.
On some days, he’s my worst enemy and on others, my best friend.
This boy is loved beyond measure. Has so much potential. Can take on the world.
Yet, he still has so much to learn… I have so much to learn.
So as he continues to learn and grow into this young man, I’ll continue to evaluate my role. Deciding if he needs me to coach, play midfield, or just watch from the sidelines.
I want this boy to know I’ll always be there. To offer unsolicited advice, walk beside him, or simply cheer him on.
I want him to know I’m sorry for the times he felt I wasn’t there. For the times I let him down and the many mistakes I’ve made. That I can’t promise I won’t mess up again. But I’m always working on being better. Perfection isn’t expected and doesn’t belong in this home.
I hope he’ll always know my love for him will never wane. That he’s changed me for the better.
This boy.
Well said Mama. So true. My boy was a gift and my first unconditional love. If no one has told you lately… your doing a fabulous job!
I love this!! Hope you sent it to him, and he knows you love him and he loves you!
Thank you! I needed to hear that- ❤️
Awe I ❤️ this !!!! I feel the same about my boys❤️❤️
I know you do, sis- 😘