You were there to witness the birth of your child. The mother's pain was all too real. Let's face it--childbirth hurts! There's something about that kind of pain. It doesn't linger.
When it was over, and the baby was given to you, all her pain disappeared. As you patted her hand, assuring yourself that she was, indeed, OK, your thoughts turned to that tiny baby, and all the love that was in you poured into that little child.
That's how it was when you were born. There was no more pain. You were whisked away to take care of the problems you had when you were born. Then they brought you back, and laid you in my arms. It was so hard to believe that I could love anyone instantly like I loved you.
We had our moments, didn't we? When I would get so mad that you covered your ears to drown out my screaming. When I would have to separate you and your brother because you were fighting until I would say, "come out of your rooms when I feel better." When I divided every car and horse equally so you had nothing to argue about, and in minutes you had them all together again.
I loved it when your friends were around. I loved it when they called me "Mom". None of them were my blood, but you know what? They made me feel like they were. Even those who didn't call me "Ma" were respectful. No, I didn't give them life. They added to mine.
Ah, yes, you were a trial at times. But I loved you no matter what, and I hope you know that. Today you are no longer a boy, but a man with a family of your own, a career to be proud of, a woman who loves you. And, just so you know, a Mom and Dad who couldn't be more proud.
It sounds mushy, I know, and I don't want you to be embarrassed. But I remember taking you to the Mall or out to dinner when you were a teen. You didn't make me walk behind or pretend you didn't know me. You didn't push me away when I put my arm around your shoulder, even when your friends were around. You held me when my parents died. You are there when I need you. That pleases me more than you know.
I cried on the day you moved out. I wondered if we would ever be close again, or if it was going to be one of those 'I'll call you when I want something' relationships. But no, you call to say hello, you text me with news or queries, sometimes to just say "I love you". You trust me. I'm so happy!
You are a wonderful young man. I like to think I played some small part in helping you become who you are. You've always been my favorite, and I thought you should know.
Which one? How could I choose? You both give me a reason for being. I love you.
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