A Boy is the Only Thing God Can Use to Make a Man
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My son Jeff at the age of one and a half was a real cutie. Never would one suspect that at birth he weighed in at a hefty 5lbs. 51/2 oz. and because of this was put into an incubator. He looked so little to me that it was pretty scary. My first born....and there I was, in New Mexico, over 1000 miles from any family who could tell me what to do with this little bundle of mankind. As Butterfly McQueen said in "GONE WITH THE WIND" - "I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies"...and what did I know about raising them either?
Of course, I thought he was beautiful and was quite unprepared for the unsolicited pity from all the Hispanic people at the window of the nursery, who thought there must surely be something wrong with this tiny, pale infant in the incubator. Looking at their much darker complexioned babies, with their full heads of coal black hair, I guess he did pale in comparison.
And so we began on the process of raising each other and accidentally grew up to be pretty good folks. Jeff was forgiving of my mistakes and I didn't realize that he even made any.
A Letter to My Son
Dear Jeff,
You have made it so easy for me to be a parent. I have
always felt that you were special and that I was extremely fortunate to have you for a son. You have always been very self-determined in a positive way. There were never any "gray" areas for you in your decision making - everything was always black or white, right or wrong, yet you were forgiving of others and the mistakes they might make.
Your many interests kept you constantly occupied and your determination gave you the ability to succeed in meeting your goals. Your talents gave you varied paths to choose and your intelligence always led you to think things through considering the long range, as well as, the immediate consequences. Your sense of humor, however, allowed you to make mistakes and learn from them, while your confidence allowed you to take risks and not be afraid of failure.
What an incredible young man you have become. I was proud of you when you were born. I was proud of you as a boy. And now as I become more aware of your calm, unique way of looking at the world, I am even more proud...and need I say, as always, I love you.
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This picture, taken at my son's wedding, shows a mother of the groom who was not quite ready to give up her son. It seems that when a daughter marries, you gain a son, but when a son marries you feel that he is lost to you - at least for a while. A friend of mine once told me though, that those sons come full circle and do come back to you again.
Meet my Daughter
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This picture, taken at my son's wedding, shows a mother of the groom who was not quite ready to give up her son. It seems that when a daughter marries, you gain a son, but when a son marries you feel that he is lost to you - at least for a while. A friend of mine once told me though, that those sons come full circle and do come back to you again.Meet my Daughter
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