NOTE. This is one of a series of requested letters that will be posted under “Form Letters” for those of you who are looking for an idea or a template for a letter of your own.
Where have these years have gone.
If I close my eyes I can still feel your tiny warm body that fit snugly into the crook of one arm. When your perfect fingers held on to mine, my heart melted around you and became yours.
You still own my heart.
I see you now, a grown man, and wonder at the swift passing of the years. You have given me great joy at every age: reading you stories at bedtime; helping you learn to ride your bike; watching you hesitate at the door on your first day of school and then stride through your high school graduation. It has all gone in the blink of an eye.
You have taught me lessons that I didn’t learn earlier as a parent…that you are born a perfect soul. As you move into adulthood I trust you to live your life well. Your courage and tenacity will take you where you want to go. When you make mistakes you figure it out, correct your course and go ahead with purpose. I love that!
You are going to make a difference in this world. I see it in your clear sense of integrity that is softened by your loving spirit.
I look at you and know the meaning of absolute and unconditional love. I am glad I know you
Lovely. My son turned 21 in April. I felt everything you wrote here.
These are such milestones, aren’t they?
Oh…that made me a bit teary-eyed…My little boy is six and I already wonder where did the years go and it was just yesterday I could fit his snug little body in the crook of my arm and wrap my hand around one tiny soft foot. What a joy your child has brought to your heart and what a fine young man he is today. Thanks for sharing. Sharon
Oh, six years old. I don’t even have a grandchild that young anymore. Those are blessed years.
After I retired, I used to tell my late wife that I envied her for being around for our son when he grew up while I was criss-crosing our country and most of the globe. She would smile and concur that she had a better time than I did. Perhaps it is that emotion that in my current single status that motivates my son to opt to live with me and keep an eye on me! He is now all grown up at 42 and thinks that I need looking after! Funny how life plays out.
Isn’t it wonderful when we can “make up” losses from the past. I felt that way when our oldest daughter came home for a while in a bit of a gap in college. She had never been the “only” child and I had never had so much time with her. I loved it. As to the needing care? It’s interesting when our children begin finding us just a bit incompetent. Hmmm….
Such a beautiful letter to all of our ‘grown’ sons..at any age. Thank-you for expressing my feelings in words!!
Thanks, Marcie. We are blessed, aren’t we?
I love this….what a beautiful mother heart you have:)
may it be held tender by love,