Dear Son: An Open Letter

Dear Son,

As I drove away from our last lunch together for your senior year, I cried. I wasn’t sad, but deeply grateful. It was similar to the feeling when I laid you down in the bassinet next to my bed for the first time. I should have been napping along with you, but instead I stared at your tiny frame and wept because you were so precious. It’s next to impossible to put into words the amount and depth of emotions that pulse through the heart of a mother…this mother…your mother.


In the beginning, I only hoped to be a good mama. I wasn’t sure what that meant, but I knew I didn’t want to be the opposite of that. My heart adored you from the first time I heard your heartbeat, and I wanted to do right by you. My desire to protect you from danger, to equip you for life, and to establish a good name for you felt “good.” It seemed right but also like a near impossible task.


I learned very quickly that to be good, really good, you often have to be lousy. Nobody wants that. I didn’t want to do horribly to get to good. I wanted to be a good mama right from the start. I soon learned that wanting something meant walking in one direction for a long time before arriving at your destination. It meant falling and choosing to get back up and try again. Sometimes the results of my effort were a complete flop, and that brought great disappointment. However, I had resolve when I had nothing else.


You were my first reason to try, try again. You were not a guinea pig, but you were the first to experience my failures. You were the first to experience the range of emotions, and depth of fear contained in my heart. You were the first to call me mom.


I am as excited for your next season as I was for all the other milestones you’ve achieved thus far. Don’t let these tears tell you a different story. You were made for this–of this I am sure. Tears are a funny expression of the variety of feelings that line my heart. Some days, they tell of the sorrow for the many things I got wrong in raising you. The times I raised my voice when I should have drawn you into a bear hug, and the times I held a grudge when I should have just held your hand. Other times, they sing of the joy of watching you grow in stature and wisdom, and speak of the admiration I have for your unparalleled tenacity.

I celebrate you as you close this chapter on high school.  I will always be the one applauding too loudly and laughing at inappropriate times. I will be the one that thinks you can achieve the ridiculous goals you’ve set, or that have been placed on you. I will always be the one that thinks you played the best defense, offense, band nonsense, etc. I can’t help but be nearsighted when it comes to you, son.


Forgive me for the times you felt like I babied you, and when you wished I would have given you a little more leeway. That tight grip on your hand was rarely about you. You see, I’ve never been afraid for you to fly, but I’ve always been frightened to see you fly away.


I am proud of you. I think you’ve grown up to be a remarkable young man. I accept that our hard seasons, the ones that felt like dry deserts, were necessary to help us appreciate the places of abundance. Thank you for this journey. I promise to keep working on being a “good mama” if you’ll keep working on the strength of your wings. 


Now, fly.


All My Love,

Mama ♥

Dear Son Picture for Blog You held my hand for just a little while, but you'll hold my heart forever.

10 thoughts on “Dear Son: An Open Letter

  1. My heart sank just a little when you told me that you had just had your last lunch with Nathan as a high schooler… I would have invited myself again no doubt had I not already had an obligation… hindsight probably better the way it turned out so you were able to have the cleansing cry instead of having to put on your brave face as I unleashed my easy flowing emotions! Love you & love this piece on our 1st born! #TheyGrow⬆️SoFast !

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  2. Thank you for beautifully expressing so many of the feelings I have felt during The Launch. It’s the tension: the thrill and joy of knowing they can and should fly, and the heaviness of actually walking through it. Love you, friend!

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  3. Such a rollercoaster of emotions that I know we must share right now! The fear, the joy, the guilt, the pride…Some days I’m up, some days I’m down. Thank you for this post. It’s so heartfelt. I can so relate to all of it! We will get through these next 6 months – we will – right???

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