On September 30, we celebrated Skylar turning 18. As much as I would like to say I am proud that he has become such a great person in his 18 years, it's hard for me not to think of him as still my little boy needing me to help him put on his shoes and his coat. As a mom to an only child, it's hard to let go of those moments. He has made Jeff and me so proud. I don't think I could have asked for a better son. We have shared so much in life together. We have explored the state of Oregon from top to bottom, experienced some firsts together, and have done so much more than most mothers and sons do in a lifetime. He is my buddy and I get so emotional when talking about how much I love him. He had really changed my life for the better, and this week I took the time to right a letter to him. I posted it on Instagram, as well. The letter read:
a letter to my son:
18 years seems so long when thinking of the years in time, but thinking of it in age, it doesn't seem so long. time keeps on slipping away year after year and before we realized it, here we are—celebrating 18 times around the sun for you. over the years we celebrated milestones with you, and it seems most of them have come in recently like a large swell that i can't seem to get up on and stay balanced. your sixteenth birthday started to rock that little boy in you that i held onto so tightly. then came your first permit, your first drive, your high school years, the first time you really opened up to us, your first job, your first heartbreak, and even the first moment i saw you truly proud of yourself. all of the things i missed out on, and didn't get to experience in my life, i hope i've allowed you to explore and experience them all and grow at your own pace. i hope i've shown you through all of the negative you've seen in the world that life itself really is incredible, and love actually is all around us. skylar, deer, bean, baby tuesday, baby beaner, and all of the other names you've gained over the last 18 years, you are truly our gift to the world. and, anyone that pushes you aside, forgets about you, fails to acknowledge your achievements, or even ignores your views of life are doing a great disservice to themselves. because, my beautiful, intelligent, caring, one-of-a-kind, wonderful, little boy, we are the lucky ones. we are truly the lucky ones. and, 18 years ago today—you saved me. you saved my life, while giving you life—and because of that, we are definitely, irrevocably, the lucky ones.
happy eighteenth birthday, bean! i am so proud and honored you chose me to be your mom. i love you, mumu
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