Because I love my son.....
I owe him the truth about his strength —
and also his tenderness and fragility.
I owe him the truth about his masculinity —
and also his beauty and his warmth.
I need him to know he can trust me with his truth and his story. I want to know his voice, his views, his hopes. His heart.
I need him to know it's a good thing to have feelings. His sensitivity will make him a thoughtful man. And his feelings — all his feelings — will always matter with me. They should matter in the relationships he chooses, too. If they don't... I hope he'll walk away.
I want him to understand his worth, and how much he's truly needed.
I want him to know he deserves deep love and great affection, just for being exactly who he is. And I want him to know that the person he is... well, he's all I've ever dreamed of.
I need him to understand that his voice will always have weight in this world. There's power in that... and it comes with incredible responsibility. I pray he'll use it for good. I hope he'll explore others' life experiences, truths, hopes, hardships, and dreams.
I just hope he'll be a good human —
that he'll lift others up and stand against wrong.
But I also hope he’ll know how to rest when he grows weary. He can always come home, whatever the reason. Wherever I am, he will forever have a safe space.
And most of all, I hope he knows that his mama will always love him... more than anything and everything else in the world.
art by @this_mama_doodles