A Mother’s Open Letter To Her Son Will Bring You To Tears


Jessica Dimas is a writer at Pig & Dac, and the following piece she wrote is bound to tug at the heartstrings of any loving parent.

 

You won’t remember the way I stood in the bathroom late that night in labor with you, fearfully and excitedly gazing up at the moon, knowing I was going to bring you into the world soon and whispering to you, “We can do this.”

You won’t remember the way you looked at me right after you were born, or the way I pulled you up next to my heart and marveled “Hi, baby” in your ear.

You will not remember how you healed my broken spirit. The way you completed my heart. I was weak before having you, and you did me well again.

You won’t remember the way I proudly watched you everywhere we went, you were always the most beautiful boy in the room for me.

You won’t remember the way you made me laugh with all of the silly things you did. I saw how kind your heart was.

You will not remember how you healed my broken spirit. The way you completed my heart. I was weak before having you and you still did me good.

You won’t remember the tickle fests we had, and how I always cheated so I could hold you close and cover your salty little face in kisses.

You won’t remember all the times I went to bed at night and felt such fear being your mother: Am I doing okay? Have I messed up too many times already? Can I be the kind of mother he needs?

You will not remember how much my heart broke and grew a little more each time a milestone is crossed. You saw the sand falling through the hourglass and you were delighted to see you grow and grow.

You won’t remember the way I would hold your little feet in my hands, imagining how much bigger than my own feet they will one day grow, and how I will have to let you go.

You won’t remember, but I will… and I’ll hold these memories in my heart for both of us.


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