Someday

Dear Brighton:

Someday you will grow up, become a man, and worry about all the things I worry about today. How to pay all your bills, how to set a good example, how to deal with the loneliness, how to make every day worth living….

Someday you will be too busy to come into my room in the morning and tell me you are starving, or ask if you can play, or if it’s a stay home day. You will have friends sleep over, video games to play, sporting events to attend. You will have girlfriends that text you at all hours of the night, and parties to go to. You will want rides, cars, money, and to be dropped off around the corner because it isn’t cool for your mom to drive you anywhere.

Someday you won’t think to close the garage door for me, or offer to get the mail, or help me pack your lunch. You won’t tell me you like my dress, or look at me during a show and tell me you love me.

Someday you won’t have much time for me at all.

But those days will pass, and you will need me again.  You might lose someone you love, you might fail a test, or have your heart broken. You might get lost on your journey, and feel like you are all alone. You might sit in the middle of your kitchen floor and cry because you aren’t even close to where you thought you would be. You might feel like you have wasted your life.

But remember, on those days… I’m here. I’m your mother. I will always love you, support you, and be there for you. I will always pick you up off the floor, give you life lessons you won’t listen to, and hear you when you cry out against the world.

I will always look at you and see the little boy with the biggest heart imaginable.

And someday…. Everything will be okay.

I love you.

Mom