I made it through the colic days and the multiple stitch stage.
I thought I could claim success. You have survived, and quite well at that.
With a great deal of encouragement from both your father and me,
but mostly a task of your own doing, you have grown into a fine young man.
As a mother, I can do so little now.
I look back and think the past was such a breeze.
THIS is the time to try a mother’s soul.
But, without a doubt, without a faltering thought,
I will always love you.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood,
I was the instrument that brought you to this world.
Your life is the reward of that sacrifice.
And what a wonderful reward you are!
I know deep in my heart and in the marrow of my bones
that you will always treasure that “reward”
by passing on to your family
the same duty, honor, and love that has been given to you.
You know value.
And you are the most valuable thing you own:
A priceless asset, who I am proud to call my son.