To my little man

Hey, baby.


I close my eyes and see you in my soul, your grin that will match mine, eyes that will look like your daddy’s. The tears that will form in my eyes when you get your first haircut, the day you will look at me in all seriousness and tell me you’re a man now, you’re too old for me to call you baby.


If there’s anything that brings tears to my eyes, it’s the love a mother has for her son. Love that never dies out with time. A fire that keeps on burning, fierce and strong like a lioness. And sweet baby, I love you already.


Honey, you will hear often that the world is unkind to women, but they will fail to mention how cruel the world is to men. Our men who die every day in battle, fighting for a country they love. Men who die protecting their wives and children, young men who are shot in the back before they ever have children of their own. We talk about how you must protect the women in your life, but dear, the world will not be kind to you either. You must be cautious, and you must be brave. You must not fear the waves–fighting them will swallow you.


And where the world simply beats women into submission, it will be much sneakier with you. It will tease you into laziness, seduce you into becoming careless. Ignorance and apathy will be your greatest enemies. Your greatest assets will be awareness, courage, eyes that are watching and ears that are listening.


Baby, don’t get so caught up feeling responsible for others that you forget that you’re responsible for yourself, too. No one can water your heart but you. I’m not saying don’t let others know where the sprinkler is but Sweetheart, no matter what they tell you, you can only love out of the overflow.

Take good care of your heart, baby, so you can let your bucket tip and drip and spray others with your kindness and authenticity. Love yourself so you can love others for free: without expectation or desperation.


I know this is hard. I know you’re going to fall. And when you fall, I will show you how to stand so you can do it on your own one day. But baby, you’re gonna have to learn how to do it yourself. I’m not gonna do it for you. I can’t do it for you.


You’ll have to learn how to be your own man. And if you’re willing to do the work, you will become the best kind of man. And this mama, your mama, she will smile big and proud through the sweet tears and kiss you on the forehead and whisper baby, you make your mama proud.


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