Dear 15 year old son,
It has become glaringly apparent that my time with you is quickly coming to a close. No matter how much love a fifteen year old thinks he does or does not need, is irrelevant. You can never love a child too much. I am your biggest fan. I have always said from day one that you were and still are a pure joy to have. You were the easiest baby. You ate, slept and smiled all day long. Fifteen years later not much has changed. No one prepared me for what’s coming. No one told me that my heart would feel so full and heavy at the same time. As I slowly begin to release the grips and ease into the change happening I want you to know that I will always love you. You may not let me let me show you as much anymore but it’s there if you look.
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It’s in your bed when I fall asleep watching you attempt to land 747s. It’s in the car when I let you replace my Duran Duran with DubStep. It’s at the computer superstore when we conspire to build you the most awesome gaming machine. It’s at 10 o’clock when you really REALLY want bacon and eggs after dinner and in that spoonful of cookie dough I save just for you. It’s in the extra car trip to deliver your forgotten Lacrosse stick. It’s when I let you bring reptiles into the house especially when I buy live feeders for said pets. It’s from the bleachers where I scream “GO SUPER B!”. It’s at 3 am when you need a ride home from the midnight movie premiere. It’s behind the camera where patiently wait for the crack of a smile and when I put the camera down because you have had enough. It’s from the other side of the door when I know you need space. And contrary to belief its definitely when I take you offline and bring you outside. I hope you can see how much I love being your mom.
Special doesn’t even begin to cover it kid.
Happy 15th Birthday Super B.