My firstborn son left on a boat today. He sent me an email telling me so. He won’t really tell me much. So it’s time for me to wait and hope that at some point on his world travels, he will have access to the internet. I hope that he will see this post.

Our kids always teach us the most about life. I can remember the blessed feeling when he entered my life. It’s a blessed feeling of becoming a parent–gifted. The spirit of this tiny little human wrapped his loving arms around me and held me warmly as my loving arms held him. It was a spiritually intimate embrace imbued with a new soothing awareness that this spirit has been holding me lovingly all along.

Parenthood relocated my self identity with a comfortable sense of coming home to a place where I have never been, but where I belong. I tell my son, you are the person who made me a mother and I don’t know if he really understands the significance of having given me this blessed definition of self.

This boy has been nothing but joy since he entered the world. He is the most independent person I have ever known. He developed a skill of figuring out how to get his needs met in ways that the rest of us haven’t figured out for ourselves. He has a sense of his own identity, which is solidly grounded in a sense of integrity.

For my little boy who is now a big man,

I want you to know that I am thinking about you and hoping that you feel me loving you whenever you need a hug and whenever you don’t know you need a hug. My love always here to hold you, even in times you don’t want it–like a hug that you’re not in the mood to receive, but is always there. I can’t wait until I get to hold you in my arms again.

I love you dearly.

Your Mom

December 13, 2019