Little Man

Dear Son,

Someone asked me the other day, "Why do you call him that?" Before even thinking about it, I heard myself responding with a smile, "Because that's his name."

Never really thought about it before then - just seemed natural within hours of your birth . . . you are my little man . . . simple as that. But since the question arose, it has had me thinking. . . .
about me, about responsibility. I am indeed responsible for making sure you become just that - well, not a "little man", but indeed a man. I'm faced with the insurmountable honor and privledge of making sure you know exactly what it means to be a man . . . which is a bit ironic - my being a woman and all. So thats where the real thinking has came in. When it dawned on me: who better to know what a man is and does, than a woman? Not just a female person, but a true woman . . . a lady.

So not only is there responsibility for teaching and showing you what a man is - but there is the responsibility (which I certainly do NOT take lightly) - of showing you just what a lady is . . . I know its all far into the future - but one day you will search for a lady of your own - it is my prayer to set a grounded and realistic example of what that should look like. And following those thoughts are the realizations that tomorrow isn't promised . . . the future is uncertain - I could be here for many years, or be gone tomorrow - so with these letters, I hope to send pieces of me into the future - whether Im there to share your reading them or not - so long as they get to you, I'll know I've made some sort of impression . . . I hope when the time comes, you'll surmise the impression to be a large one, a positive one, and a helpful one.

Even as I watched you sleep last night, thoughts of things I already wanted to share with you flooded my head. So many things . . . . things that because I'm the one whom experienced them, I can be the only one to tell you, teach you, and show you them. You and I being brought together - you being born unto me - was no accident . . . it was all part of a divine plan. This I know.

Son, there will be times when certain people, places, and even things will distract you and can ultimately blind you to what's really in front of you . . . Im speaking to you from experience dear child. One minute your eye can be on the prize - but with out discipline and will - you can get blindsided to what is right in front of you . . . And what IS in front of you?

YOU ARE

You wont even know yourself yet. You'll think that you do, you'll assert that you do, you'll believe that because youre of a certain age you do . . . and God willing, I'll be there to remind you that you dont. What will be, and what already is in front of you, is an entire world full of experiences beyond your imagination and most vivid dreams.

Put yourself, your growth, and your developement, first.

Praise God I had the wherewithal to do just that for myself Son . . . and now its not only my turn to do it for you, but also my time to show you just how to do it for yourself - a joy for me the most beautiful songbird couldn't sing loud enough about.
What I already know is that there are long term repercussions to decisions I make now. Everything I do, every thought I have, every word I say and move I make creates a memory that you will hold in your body. It's imprinted on you and affects you even now - in subtle ways, ways you are not even yet aware of. . . it all will shape the man you grow to be.

With that in mind Son, Mom promises to always be very conscious and selective with the decisions she makes today - to ensure you have a wonderful tomorrow.

Your life little man -

Beautiful