A Letter To My Dear Son

This is a beautiful and sad poem written by a mother whos son passed away at a tender age of only 20. I came across it sometime back and felt I needed to share it with you’ll. Its so sad,  

A Letter To My Dear Son
       
The hardest thing I thought I’d ever have to do
was go through labor and give birth to you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was to keep you from harm through the toddler years,
teach you right from wrong,
teach you to love others while showing you I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was watch you leave me on your first day of school,
worrying about you,
hoping you’d be all right without me by your side,
reassuring you that I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was get you through your younger years,
do all the right things for you,
spend enough time with you,
try to be your friend,
discipline you when I needed to,
worry about you and
never let you forget how very much I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was watch you grow into a teen-ager,
help you make the right decisions,
trying to protect you, sometimes being tough on you,
while all along always trying to stay a friend to you,
hoping I was doing what I should for you,
worrying about you all the time,
reminding you how much I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was watch you grow into a young man,
teaching you how to get along in the world by yourself,
reminding you that you are never really alone and
seeing you leave home to be on your own,
letting you know I’d always be there for you,
making sure you’d always remember how much you’re loved…
But it wasn’t.

I know what it was…
The hardest thing I ever had to do
was open the door to your room,
to have to see your body lying still,
wanting for you to smile at me and knowing you couldn’t,
wanting you to get up and talk to me, and tell me you were O.K.
But it didn’t happen.

The hardest thing I ever had to do was to live without you,
my times with you were over.

The hardest thing I ever had to do was say good-bye to you, my son,
though you were so young, only twenty,
I have so many memories of our times together and
I’ll never forget how much you changed my life,
how much you meant to me and how much I loved you.

Forever and Always,

Mom

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If I had my child to raise over again

If I had my child to raise over again
I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.


I’d finger paint more and point fingers less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.

I’d take my eyes off my watch,
and watch with my eyes.

I would care to know less and know to care more
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.

I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields
and gaze at more stars.

I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
I’d see the oak tree in the acorn more often.

I would be firm less often
and affirm much more.

I’d model less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love.