Six Years Old

Dear Jason,

Today we celebrated your sixth birthday. You had fun, but I noticed how worried you were about growing older. I wish you didn’t have these fears. Yes, I know a lot of people have died in your short lifetime, but I want to assure you that you have many more years ahead. However, you’re like me and worry incessantly about things that are of no consequence. I’m sorry you inherited that habit from me.

My son, you are growing into an awesome young man. Your speech has improved remarkably over the past year, and you are able to express yourself more. You have your own thoughts on what is right and what is wrong, and you are not afraid to stick up for yourself or your friends when life calls for it. I hope those traits are carried with you throughout your school years and that you will never have cause to be afraid of the bullies that you will inevitably meet.

I am immensely proud of you and all that you do. I’m glad you’re you. I’m glad you think it’s cool that I have blue hair and I’m glad you want to grow your hair long and dye it purple (which we will do this week, I promise). I’m glad you’re starting to form your own love of music (The Beatles, yeah!), and that you don’t listen to what is cool nowadays. I love your personality, your quirks, your attitude, and your style.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: YOU are the reason that I carry on in this world. You are the sole reason I am able to go on with my life. You have carried me through so many bad things, even if you didn’t know you were (because I tried to keep as much of it away from you as I could). Thank you, my little guardian angel.

I love you,
Mommy