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My Darling Bobby,
When I was little, all I wanted to
do was be a mom. Sure, there were other dreams like being a scientist or a
veterinarian, but ultimately, I wanted to be able to raise and care for a
child. I know that there was a brief time in which I thought that the ideal
amount of children was 6. Thankfully I outgrew that crazy notion.
I was lucky to find the love of my
life and we were ready to become a family. We made the decision to try to
create a tiny extension of our home that could reside in my uterus for a while
so I could strut around with my giant pregnant belly for all the world to see.
It took what seemed like forever
for you to finally decide to come along. I remember the day so very well when
Daddy actually got to tell me the news that I would finally be able to be
called “Mom”. I had peed on the magic stick, sure that it would once again
break my heart with only one line. I left it in the bathroom that morning,
figuring I would come back in a bit to check on it. Daddy happened to go in
there before I made it back in. Then he got to say the most beautiful words to
me.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were
pregnant?”
Ok, maybe not super poetic, but I
was elated and couldn’t believe I would finally get to start this journey with
my little Fetus Bob.
You were the most easy going baby,
complete with smiles and giggles that always made me swoon. Every day was an
adventure that has seemed to speed up with each day. It is the cliché that has
been proven most true in being in your life. Time goes by so quickly and before
you know it, your baby is all grown up.
10 years. You are 10 years old,
which in some ways seems so young, but really, you have always been wise beyond
your years. You have an old soul that shines through your gorgeous blue eyes
that can see into anyone and just seem to know how they feel. Your insight to
human emotion makes you one of my favorite people to have long philosophical
conversation with.
I look forward to your future to be
able to watch you grown and learn. I can’t say it doesn’t make me a little sad.
I mean, I am your mom after all and we all know how quick to tears I am. But as
much as I miss you as a precocious 2 year old, I am looking forward to you
maturing into an incredible young man.
Thank you for being in my life. You
are what I waited for all my life and the reality has surpassed the dream. I
love you!!!
Love,
Mom
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