WarmFuzzies

WARM FUZZIES

A LETTER TO MY CHILDREN

Someone asked me recently where "Home" was, and I did not hesitate to say "its where my kids are." I have always believed that one's own home is the place where love must first be practiced before it can truly be practiced elsewhere. In our homes if it is practiced it might then overflow into our marriages, friendships and to the rest of the world, It is my sincere hope that you two know that love, and that when it is time, you will go forth into the world with love as a good foundation. WARM FUZZY.

From the very beginning since I first held you both in my arms, and you squeezed so tightly onto my fingers, we were bonded. Even before then, when I felt you inside of me, growing ever so slowly, letting me know your presence you have been loved. Each time I was told by the doctor that you were coming.. i felt it.. WARM FUZZY.

When the time came for your father and I to go our separate ways, there was no question... you were with me. Yes, I was scared.. but I was determined.. you see, you are my life.. from the moment you entered this world you became my responsibility.. no questions asked.. no shirking of responsibility and no running away... and when you both looked up at me as we watched your father driving out of our lives, and I took you into my arms and hugged you with all my love, I knew we would be alright... and I hope you felt it too.. WARM FUZZY

And together as we dealt with the loss, and we started out again on a new path, and I let you both sleep in bed with me for months on end until you felt okay again, I loved you... WARM FUZZY

You grew before my eyes, stronger, healthier, and the smiles became brighter, and my life was complete.. and we talked, and we talked, and I learned, and I am still learning.. but we did it together. WARM FUZZY

And when I am weary from my job, and have to cook dinner, and you come to me with questions on homework, and we spend hours over math.. I am content.. I am a mother. WARM FUZZY

And when you skin your knees, cry over a friend, lose a pet, miss your father.. You are loved! WARM FUZZY

And when I wake up to the smells of burning pancakes, and you bring me your favorite rock, or doll, and you pick the neighbors flowers.. I AM LOVED!! WARM FUZZY

And I hope that I have given you the gift of open hearts, open minds, open ears and open eyes... because we are a team.. we are family.. I will always be here... YOU ARE LOVED!!!

Love, Mom June, 1998 XXX OOO

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