Gah. This letter still makes me cry. I wrote it years ago when my oldest was approaching high school graduation. We used to meet once a week to have lunch to talk about the days ahead and anything else I was afraid I may have forgotten to teach him. More than all of that, I…… Continue reading Dear Son, You Have My Permission
When my oldest was a senior, a simple idea cropped up in my heart. I invited him to have lunch with me once a week. While I wasn’t sure he would want to, it thrilled me when he said yes, and senior lunch was born. When we would meet, I would ask lots of questions…… Continue reading Moment of Truth Monday
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…… Continue reading Dear Son: An Open Letter
Alyssa DeLosSantos 