You’ll be 17 tomorrow. You’re almost an adult. Where did the time go? It’s hard to believe it’s been seventeen years already. I can still remember you at 4 months old, content to sit in your swing. Hating your crib. Oh the colic you had! The nights you kept me up for hours. The smiles and giggles that made it all worthwhile!
You’ve grown into a young man. And, a good one (most of the time). You’re a great big brother, too! I just want you to remember you’ll always be my baby. You were my first child and have your own, special place in my heart always.
I’m not the best mother in the world. I made mistakes. I learned a lot with you. Like, chocolate popsicles are not easy to clean off a baby!
I just hope you learned a few things, as well. I hope I instilled some values in you. That you have some pride in yourself and your choices. That you learned it’s not what others think, but what you think of yourself that matters. That there will be bumps in the road. A lot of them. Stay steadfast and keep on your course. Fight for what you believe in. Stay true to your heart.
Most of all, don’t ever forget…..even for a minute….through all the ups and downs….all the arguments and good times…. I will always love you son! Happy Birthday, before anyone beats me to it!