Friday, March 1, 2013

An open letter to my son

I have noticed a change in you recently and I believe that I had something to do with it. You have seemed a little calmer and a little less agitated when I ask you to do something. The tone of your voice isn’t always sarcastic when you talk to me.

You say please and thank you. You give me a hug for no other reason than to say I love you Mom. In general, life has been much happier in our home.

I began to notice these changes about the same time I started being there for you. Not that I wasn’t there for you before, but I realized that there is a difference between being in the same room working on the computer and just being there on the couch. I have spent very little time on the computer since my ah-ha moment, which means much less time telling you to wait a minute. Social media can wait – you can not.

Ten years have already flown by and I find myself wondering where the time went. When did my little boy grow up? Then I think, oh yes, he grew up when I wasn’t watching - When I wasn’t there.

Those days and nights when I was too busy writing a paper for school, or too busy meeting a deadline for my editor, or writing a blog post that just couldn’t wait another day.

The times when Facebook and twitter took priority over you – That is when you grew up.

For the past few weeks I have been able to relax at night. Flip through a magazine or work on a crafting project and be there for you - be there with you. We can talk or read together. I watch you play a game on the Wii and when you say mom, watch this I can. Or when you want to share something that you just read, I can listen to you.

I’m here Dylan. For real this time, I am here.

Here to watch you grow up.

Here to listen to you.

Here to spend quality time with you.

Our weekends will be filled with less chores and errands – and more time together taking pictures, going on adventures, exploring nature, and of course lots and lots of zoo trips.

It scares me to think that the next 8 years will fly by just as quickly, if not quicker, than the last 10 years did. My baby will be 18 years old before I know it and I don’t want to miss any more than I already have.

I love you Dylan.



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    1. Thank you for reminding me of this Randy. It's something I should read over and over.