A Birthday Letter to My Son

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didn’t think I could have something as precious as you — my gift, my miracle.</p><p id="8f83">It seems like just yesterday I was getting prepped in the delivery room, praying that you and I would get through this together.</p><p id="6344">When you’re much older, I’ll explain what a cesarean section is, but for now, just know that you are resilient like me, stubborn too because you didn’t want to turn upside down; you preferred sitting on my bladder.</p><p id="c57d">I like to think it’s because you enjoy feeling my heartbeat, your little perfectly round head right beneath it, which is why whenever I hold you close, your head naturally gravitates to that side. Watching you sleep peacefully, craving some tender love and care, fills my heart with joy, especially when you don’t push me away.</p><p id="702b">Those moments are what make life truly special, especially those unexpected kisses that brighten my day out of nowhere. It’s as if you have a sixth sense for when I need that extra dose of affection.</p><p id="a01f">I learned something new the other day that I would love to share with you, and that is if you don’t act on life, life has a habit of acting on you. What that means is that the weeks slip into months, the months slip into years, and the next thing you know, you, my little child, will be an adult someday with a family of your own.</p><p id="ae5a">So for right now in this beautiful present moment that we have, the greatest gift I can give you besides love of course is the gift of my time — enjoying every minute of you, seeing you for what you are: the small miracle of life.</p><p id="83b2">Happy Birthday, my sweet boy!</p><p id="8bbe" type="7">Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.</p><p id="0ba6" type="7">— Kahlil Gibran</p><p id="5de7"><i>© <a href="und

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My two-year old little sour patch

3/3/24 — Photo by author.

Dear Julius,

Before we kick off this special day, with Mami having her coffee first and you lying in bed quietly, only because your dad got home from work early and he’s the one keeping you calm, I just want to say I’m proud of the tiny human you have become.

I have grown so much because of you, and life is so much brighter when I think about all the milestones you have accomplished and all the adventures and memories we have yet to build. I am utterly blessed that you chose me to be your mom.

You show how powerful manifestations are, turning my dreams into reality right in front of me.

One moment you’re all spunk and sass, the next you’re a bundle of sweetness — just like my life with you! You’re my little dynamo, packed with personality and attitude, and as much as it drives me mad at times, I love every bit of it. Your determination and drive motivate me daily, even on the hard days when I’m exhausted and feel like I’m not being the best mom. I hope and pray that spark never fades.

I want you to know that as long as you are learning, you are on the right path, baby. I say this because watching you learn, explore, and grow right before my eyes is truly the experience of a lifetime. Sometimes it’s a trippy one too, considering that not too long ago, you were growing inside my belly, kicking and swirling around like a little gymnast.

I am incredibly blessed to have you because there was a point in my life where I didn’t think I could have something as precious as you — my gift, my miracle.

It seems like just yesterday I was getting prepped in the delivery room, praying that you and I would get through this together.

When you’re much older, I’ll explain what a cesarean section is, but for now, just know that you are resilient like me, stubborn too because you didn’t want to turn upside down; you preferred sitting on my bladder.

I like to think it’s because you enjoy feeling my heartbeat, your little perfectly round head right beneath it, which is why whenever I hold you close, your head naturally gravitates to that side. Watching you sleep peacefully, craving some tender love and care, fills my heart with joy, especially when you don’t push me away.

Those moments are what make life truly special, especially those unexpected kisses that brighten my day out of nowhere. It’s as if you have a sixth sense for when I need that extra dose of affection.

I learned something new the other day that I would love to share with you, and that is if you don’t act on life, life has a habit of acting on you. What that means is that the weeks slip into months, the months slip into years, and the next thing you know, you, my little child, will be an adult someday with a family of your own.

So for right now in this beautiful present moment that we have, the greatest gift I can give you besides love of course is the gift of my time — enjoying every minute of you, seeing you for what you are: the small miracle of life.

Happy Birthday, my sweet boy!

Your children are not your children. They are sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

— Kahlil Gibran