My son is eight years old. He was not even three when I left his father. He was a curly haired toddler who loved to watch Blues Clues and Sesame Street. He has grown up so fast, I sometimes wish he would stay little forever.
I recall holding him for the very first time on November 16, 2002. I had never believed in love at first sight until then. I loved him immediately, and knew there would be absolutely nothing I would not give to him.
He came home last night after visitation with his Dad. He ran to his bedroom to put something away, then announced his closet was off limits to me because there was a surprise in there for Mother’s Day. I gave him a hug and a kiss, and promised I would not look in the closet.
Last year on Mother’s Day, we made blueberry pancakes, which we do every year. He also had a little gift for me. He made a book at school called “All About Mom” and it had little drawings, and other cute fill-in-the-blank pages. One of the pages said “If I could give my Mom anything I would give her…” My son answered THE WORLD.
I feel the same way. There is nothing I would not do for him. I wanted him to have a better life than I did as a kid, and I am succeeding. I want him to know that no matter what he grows up to be, I will always love him. My son wants to grow up to be a New York Yankee and he also wants to be a chef.
I have been raising my son to respect women. The household was about to explode when I left. I would not have allowed my son to be harmed. You hurt my son on purpose, I will make your death look like an accident.
I never thought becoming a Mother would change me so much. I never thought I was capable of so much love. I would happily give my son the world and in many ways, I already have.