A Letter to My Son

To My Son, 

All your life you have been loved by a woman. A woman carried you in her body. A woman survived major surgery in order to bring you into the world, and bears the marks and scars from the journey. A woman spent painful and sleepless days and nights to see to your every need while recovering from your birth. You fed, bathed, and clothed by a woman, every hour of every day for the earliest years of your life. 

The first words you spoke, the first time you walked or tied your shoes, your first day of school - a woman was there with tears of joy to cheer you on. A woman has taught you, fought for you, and fought with you. A woman has cried for you and prayed for you, and coaxed smiles from you. A woman has raised you up through sick, mad, sad and glad. 

I may be an oversensitive woman, but I'm your mother, and through all of this, I have earned that right. I was given the responsibility for your care, and the responsibility to see that you grow into a good man. With that responsibility comes the right to be a little oversensitive sometimes. 

Now that you are nearly a man, I have this one thing to say to you:

   Never ever forget the true worth of a woman. Do not forget how wonderful she is, how much she has been through for YOU. The day you forget is the day I will cry the hardest, for my son, on that day, the  woman did not fail the man, but he failed her. 

I love you, 

Every second, 

Every minute, 

Every hour, 

Every day. 

Love, Mom

Written by Jennifer Murray, 8-22-12