My sweet little prince, you are one-year old now. One year ago, you entered this world and made me a mother. I will never forget that beautiful moment when they placed you on my chest. One year ago, you made us a family and our love multiplied. I didn’t even know what was possible. One year ago you changed everything and anything we thought we knew about love, life, and happiness. Our world is now a more beautiful place.
One year of breastfeeding, with all its struggles and joys so you could be nourished body and soul. One year of babywearing, countless wraps and carries tried all to make you feel safe and secure. One year of countless sleepless nights filled with kisses and hugs to help you fall back asleep. One year of trial and error—tears and struggles—all in hopes of giving you the best life possible.
You have changed so much this first year. Once you just cried and cried, and I had to guess in vain what would make you happy. Now you talk and sign your needs with ease. Once I had to carry and hold you everywhere. Now you walk and crawl with gusto. Once my breasts were your only source of sustaince. Now you can feed yourself any food you like.
You are no longer a baby. I am sad your infancy is over and will cherish this past year more than you will ever understand. Now, you begin a new phase. You are a little man who is ready to explore and discover. I’m so excited to guide you along this journey and watch you find your place in life.
Along the way, please remember I am always here for you. Although you are no longer a baby, you will always be my baby. Just like as a newborn, I will give up anything I can to help you. Although I no longer carry you on my chest, I will always carry you in my heart.
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