Letters to my sons

In honor of mother’s day this weekend, I wanted to share some letters I wrote to the fantastic little humans who give me the title “mom”!

Baby K,

I will never forget meeting you for the first time, your tiny body under all those bright lights, hooked up to an impossible amount of lines and tubes. I will never forget those many days doing skin-to-skin, listening to the monitors beep and buzz, and holding your hand as you got blood transfusions or another needle prick.

I love that I was the one who got to visit you every day in the NICU, bring you home from the hospital, and take you on your very first walk outside.

You are hilarious, curious, and spunky. You are brave and resilient. You have never met a stranger and it is so fun watching you love with your whole self. I can already tell you have that up-for-anything personality, whether it is inhaling my coconut curry, fearlessly exploring outdoor spaces, or zooming around the house on your pretend pony.

Never forget that you are God’s beloved- nothing can ever change that. You are so loved and so wanted, and I can’t believe that I have the privilege of being your mother.

Love always, mom

CJ,

I will never forget the day I met you, the weight of you on my chest, that feeling that all was right with the world. I will never forget those many nights spent awake nursing you, holding you, and pacing all over the house- and sometimes even outside- to soothe you.

I love that I was the first one on earth to know of your existence, the first one to hear your miraculous heartbeat, and the first arms that held you when you were born.

You are sweet, loving, and playful. I can already tell what an intelligent observer you are, learning from all that is going on around you. There is a quiet contentment about you that I admire. It has been so much fun to watch your sillier side come out as you giggle when daddy swings you in the air or laugh uncontrollably (and inexplicably) every time I read you The Very Hungry Caterpillar.

Never forget that you are God’s beloved- nothing can ever change that. You are so loved and so wanted, and I can’t believe that I have the privilege of being your mother.

Love always, mom