A Letter to My Son

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Letter to my Son



Dear Son,

At this point we haven't been formally introduced. You don't yet have a name, but I feel like you've already been providing some not-so-subtle hints about the kind of person that you are. For example, you become incredibly active any time I try to relax or get some shut eye. I hope this means that, like your mother, you hate to sit still. You want to hit the ground running and have some big plans for this life of yours. Don't worry, I'll help you channel that energy, after all I can always use help around the house.

I've been thinking a lot about what we can teach you. I hope that we teach you to be kind and thoughtful. I hope that we teach you to care for others and the world around you. Last night I saw a woman on the side of the road trying to change her tire in a skirt. She was really struggling and I knew my weak pregnant self wouldn't be much help, but my heart hurt to see so many capable men drive right on by. I hope you will perceptive enough to recognize the needs of those around you and then do something to help.

I hope that you will have a sense of adventure, but that you won't be reckless. Too often I've seen boys trying to prove their manliness in reckless ways. Please don't give me a heart attack. I'm not sure I could handle seeing you in pain or losing you completely.

I wonder who you will look like. Will you have your sister's curly hair? Will your eyes be dark like your father's? Will you be left-handed like me and your Uncle? What will you like to do? Will you lack coordination like myself or will you be skilled at sports like dad? Will you enjoy books and make-believe as much as your sister? I don't know, but I do know that I cannot wait to find out.

-Your Mom

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