Past the Earth, through the sky…
My Dearest Boy,
Sunday, you turn nine. You’re almost two full hands, can you believe it? It seems like just yesterday you changed my life forever. You came into the world, just as you have lived in it these last nine year, wild and full of passion. Determined to do things your way. Ready to be doted upon by the large crowd anxiously awaiting you. From the moment I laid eyes on you, the world was yours to have, and it was our very first secret.
And I? I was just the 19 year old girl playing fiddle in your background. And I loved it. Even then, I didn’t understand how deeply and profoundly you would change me. Laying in the recovery room, I knew at first sight that I would forever be yours and you would be mine. The bond between us was different than I imagined it would be…you were my first true love and my new best friend.
Son, those words have never been more true than they are today. That bond has gone un-touched. Words like proud and honored and humbled do not do justice to the way I feel about being your mom. In fact, there are no words on this earth that embody what you mean to me. Someday, when you’re a parent, you’ll know what I mean.
You are so very smart, son. I can’t tell you how many teachers tell me how worldly you already are. Wise beyond your years. You understand the world and how and why it works the way it does. It seems you came into the world with that knowledge, you’ve always grasped things just outside others reach. You are passionate, child. You do everything with such joy and desire and intensity that it’s easy to see why you have so many friends. Your excitement is contagious. You are fierce. Especially when it comes to love. You know you are loved and you return that same love with the most wild and fierce emotions available to a nine year old boy. And above all, you care. Just last year, your teacher told me that you were the most compassionate and caring kid in her class. She told me how concerned you always are for other people and their feelings. I cried right then and there, at the parent-teacher conference. She could not have said anything to make me more proud to be your momma. Or your friend.
You are going to do wonderful things with your passionate, fierce, and caring life. I don’t worry about that. I know you will make magic happen wherever this one life takes you. My only worry is that you don’t leave your momma too far behind and that you never forget our path.
I love you son. I love you more. I love you most. I love you more than most. Past the Earth. Through the sky. To the heavens.
You are my love.