Week One

Dear Son,

We made it. Week one of my being back at school - and consequently spending part of my time seperate from you, has come to a close - but there are more weeks to come. Welcome little man, to the rest of our lives. You spent your first night away from home at your grandparents - yes, I stayed there with you, but still it was your first night away from home. Truth be told, I'm not entirely sure you're old enough yet to notice when I'm gone . . . but rest assured, I notice. It seems when I arrive at your grandparents to pick you up in the afternoon, you've surely grown a bit, and have learned some new sound, or to reach for something you weren't previously, or you've just . . . . changed. I knew I would notice, but just how affected I would be by those hours apart from you - I had no idea.

And you just smile.

Week one certainly didn't go off without a hitch . . . but I've decided to just sweep those minor difficulties under the rug. By the time you'll be reading these letters, the obstacles now in my path will be only a speck on the time-line that is my life as your mother . . . and also a woman, daughter, sister, aunt, friend, role-model, or class-mate. In life we wear many hats son - mine as your mother is the most important - but I've obligations to many, and I make the choice each day not to let the little things, or the big ones for that matter, get me down. There have been times in my life that I didn't have the presence of mind to see things from that perspective . . . but growth and maturity have led me to this place. I constantly remind myself that it is all part of a greater plan that I may or may not yet be aware of. I hope to instill in you these values.