My firstborn. There are no words to describe how you have changed me. I was so young when I had you.
I look back now and wonder how we made it through?
Love, is my only answer.
I never feared losing something I loved so much, until you came into my life.
You awoke my heart to beat to a whole new drum.
I never prayed harder for another person's well being, until I became your mama.
You awoke my soul to find meaning, and caused me to dig so much deeper.
I never felt so fiercely protective about anything until your newborn heart, beat against mine.
You awoke my inner mama bear and lit a fire in my soul.
You have changed me, my son.
I can hardly still call you my
You are thirteen now.
You are well on your way to becoming a man.
In just the last few weeks, you have grown so much.
Our hands and feet are the same size.
You have nearly passed me by in height and weight.
And that cute little peach fuzz above your lip, is no longer peach.
You may have outgrown my lap, but you will never outgrow my heart.
I am constantly torn between being overjoyed that you are growing up, and the sadness that comes with having to let go.
But my hands will always be open, and I will always welcome each new season and milestone you pass. And although I can't promise I won't shed more tears, as we close one chapter in life and open another, there is honestly nothing that brings me more joy, than watching you grow and spread your own wings.
I have loved you at every age and stage we've been through, and I will love you for a million more.