I began thinking today as I took a long look at my oldest child.
I felt sad and scared all at the same time. I can hardly believe how fast time has gone. This child’s facial features has changed as well as his mannerisms. He is handsome and smart and such a gentleman. I stop to wonder if we as parents are raising him properly. IF we are teaching him all he needs to know about becoming a caring and loving adult. I look into his eyes and see all the changes that has taken place in these last few months. His voice is changing as well as his facial features. I look hard and try to figure out if he still looks like me, if he is still my baby. If he will always need me in the way he still needs me now. If he will still need me to tell him that everything will be okay, and that I love him. I’m terrified of the day that may all stop. I hope it never does, but..I know it will. I’d like to always be the most important woman in his life, but I realize, that maybe it won’t always be that way.
I want him to know that I love him, that he is smart and intelligent, funny and sweet, kind and loving. I want him to know that as long as he is always true to himself and kind to others, that he will go far in life. To always remember to say “Please and thank you”, to always remember to treat girls as though they are important and pretty in every way. To be respectable even when he does not want to be. To always tell the truth and to always be true to himself. I want him to remember that he is an awesome kid, and to not let anyone tell him otherwise.
But most of all, I want him to know that I love him. We love him. I want him to know that no matter how old he is, we will always be here for him. We will always be here to wipe away his tears and that your never to old to need your parents. When times get tough in his life, I want him to know that coming here, he will feel safe. I won’t always be able to protect him, but I will do my best to lighten some of life’s blows…