My Beautiful Son
When you were born I looked at your silver blond hair, and those eyes, deep blue, overwhelmed with love for you, and I still am. Your helplessness and vulnerability stirred all my instincts, and I knew if I had to, I would lay down my life for you.
Well that is what every mother thinks. The mother child bond is so intense, it binds you for life, and it’s a love that never dies, enduring good times and bad times. We were to go through plenty of them, but we made it to the end, my beautiful son.
When I realised that you were different, that you preferred your world to mine, I wept, but that did no good. I tried to make you want to enter my world, as a family we gave you love, we played with you, we taught you to walk, we made you lift your head up, and enter our world.
I nursed you when you were ill, like any mother does , and one day you smiled at me, and that was the happiest day of my life. Maybe you had finally decided that my world wasn’t that bad.
Your health was poor, you had many difficulties to overcome, the doctors just shook their head sadly, but I fought back the tears, and decided, that for however long I had you, I would do my very best for you. .
Well 41 years later, I still have you. Your health is better, you are happy, and you enjoy life. You are content to enter my world some of the time, and I accept you need to be in your own world sometimes, and I respect that. I wept many tears of anguish that you could never get married, have children, and be independent.
But your smile got me through. You have had so much to put up with, but you have defied the doctors, and come out the other side of it all. I am so proud of you, if you are happy with life, then so am I, my beautiful son!