You are my Son-Shine
To my Son,
Lately, I have been thinking about what it will be like to be your daddy as you grow up. In the past 8 to 9 months you have become such a part of me that I can’t hardly remember what it was like before I had you. From the moment I first held you I wanted you like I never knew I would. And over time, I have come to realize that our souls have intertwined in a way that the word “love” doesn’t accurately describe.
You are my son. What that means to me, you will never know. As I have watched you grow, I have become your biggest fan. I love everything about you. I love the way you grumble when you’re upset. I love your sweet grunt-like laugh that has been plentiful as of late. I love the way you reach out to touch everything in sight. I love the way you look at me – a look of love that causes my spirits to soar.
In the time that I have fallen more and more in love with you, I have wanted so many things for you. I want you to be successful in whatever you decide to do in life. I want you to know love the way I know love with your mother. I want you to be close to your sister for life – because having family available to you in happy and especially difficult times is so important. And I want you to be happy. Above all else, that’s what it comes down to. Your happiness is all I need.
Today, I held you in my arms and kissed your chubby cheeks. I savored the softness of those cheeks held tightly against mine. I laughed with you like we’ve never laughed before. As we shared this time, I felt a sense of vulnerability that I imagine only another parent can understand. I want what’s best for you Monk. As your daddy I promise you that I will do everything I can to keep you safe, to help you grow into a fine young man, to learn to love like I love you. But even then, I know there may be things beyond my control – and that scares me. It frightens me like no other because if I can’t save you from everything, then what am I here for?
I have so loved the past 8 months and three weeks. I can only imagine what the coming years hold. All I know is that you and I will do this together. I’ll have you and you’ll have me. That will have to be enough.
I love you son.
-Your Daddy.
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Must stop…. lovey dovey, beautiful posts to kids… making this hormonal pregnant woman (37 weeks!)… sob!
Beautiful.
Comment by Het — March 5, 2006 @ 10:57 am
So that’s what you look like!
Comment by Chocolate Makes it Better — March 5, 2006 @ 2:26 pm
He’ll always be your baby boy, just like you’ll always be mine.
Comment by Grandmother — March 5, 2006 @ 4:49 pm
He’s beautiful!
What a wonderfully sweet post. I can’t wait for JT to read this one day. By the time he can, he’ll already know in his heart how much his daddy loves him.
Comment by Andie D. — March 5, 2006 @ 8:55 pm
This is the kind of post that makes me wistful, and oh-so sentimental. Now I have to go write a letter to my son…
Comment by Deanna — March 6, 2006 @ 1:48 am
I’ve been planning to print up all the blogs that are about the babies and bind them, to save and give to them when they’re older. A lot of stuff makes it’s way into the scrapbook but not all of it. This letter would be the kind of thing to save.
I have a letter to both babies in their baby books, but I think it would be a good idea to write a new one now and then, cause things change so much.
Comment by Kim Wells — March 6, 2006 @ 9:03 am
That is a great picture. You’re both beaming!
Comment by the weirdgirl — March 7, 2006 @ 9:24 pm
I could cry. Too late. Mike at “The Mike Stand,” or “Speak Into the Mic,” whatever he’s calling it this week, did this to me just yesterday.
And that baby is just…I dunno. Edible.
Comment by Belinda — March 19, 2006 @ 10:03 pm