Category Archives: Letter to my son

Hi Josh

I’ve not contacted you since March of 2015. Not because I don’t love you. Because I do love you and you told me if I loved you I’d not contact you anymore. I love you, Mom

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Being Ignored

If feels lonely and inhumane to be ignored.  It feels even worse that you have accused me of untruthful things.  You are my own flesh and blood – I gave you life and now you are taking mine away. I … Continue reading

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clues…

When your dad and I separated – you almost age 2 – you were my sole responsibility and you depended on me solely for survival and emotional support.  Which I gave you unconditionally. I made a plan to make my life … Continue reading

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In Shock

Some days I’m ok.  I don’t feel sad that you don’t talk to me.  Don’t feel weepy.  In fact I have healthy and happy thoughts. Do wonder how you are and what you are doing and how you are feeling. … Continue reading

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I think of you everyday

There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. A friend of mine had a baby boy today. She was a part of a miracle today. Just like I think of you. And you a miracle.

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In Case You Did not Know

I wanted to grow up and be a wife and mommy. This was my childhood scripting and the only thing I knew. When I was in High School, I excelled in academics and told I “should” go to college. I … Continue reading

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Leap Day

It’s a day that does not show up every year. Leap day 2012.  February 29, 2012. I’m especially vigilant about my son’s dog today.  He’s old and has been slowing down for the last 9 months. The dog was a gift to my … Continue reading

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Paradox . . .

Being your mom has been one of the most paridoxical experiences for me.  It all started with 9 intense hours in labor where the pain was so intense and overwhelming I cursed everything around me and worried about the women I knew who … Continue reading

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