Totally agree on both counts — loved the post and the expression of sour owl spit. I hope you stick around and post more often. Kimberley July 6, at 3: Maybe her boss was intimidated and thought she could take his job; esp.
I may not have disciplined you enough, or maybe I disciplined you too much. I know at times, I drove you nuts! I fed you and bathed you and clothed you. I bought you toys. I sang to you, read to you, taught you. You were my boy, my precious, baby boy.
I got up with you to send you to school. I stroked your forehead and hair when you were sick.
I knew you were not feeling well, because you let me do these things. You were never very cuddly. I paid for heat to keep you warm. I stared at you for days, after you were born. I kept you safe. I kept you clean. I soothed you when you cried.
I let you stay up late and watch TV. Do you know that you mean the world to me? I argued with you as you grew. You formed opinions of your own. I tried teaching you right from wrong, and to treat others with respect.
I hugged you and kissed you at least three times a day, every day. Remember greeting each other after school, or hugging and kissing me good-night? I wanted to correct the behaviours of my parents, who were, and still are, non-demonstrative.
When you were two, I wrote you a song. I made it up on the spot, while brushing your teeth, to distract you. You were always so active and wiggly. Keeping still for those few minutes required drastic measures! I wrote down the lyrics, and eventually put it to music. I now sing it to your little cousins.
I supported you in most of the decisions you made. I encouraged you to be great. When you were thirteen or fourteen and wanted to come home drunk? You learned it, too.
You never let yourself get in a predicament like that again.
When you were on the high school football team, I went to your games. Even though I wrapped myself in a blanket, I still froze and felt the freezing effects of the wind whipping through my bones and at my face as I sat on the bleachers, while you worked up a sweat on the field.
I tried to be the best single mother I could be to you, my only child. I sacrificed aspects of my life to enhance yours. I did this many times, for many years. I loved you from the moment I felt you inside my belly, flailing your tiny arms.
When you lost your teeth, I became the Tooth Fairy. I was Santa and the Easter Bunny, too. You never knew, until I told you.May 30, · When my son graduated from high school many years ago the school asked us to write letters that would be presented on their last day of school. What a cathartic experience it was for me.
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My TRUE TALE for today is a bit unique, because it involves me writing a letter to my son, whom I re-connected with in after being estranged from him for about three years. We are currently – and still – strengthening our relationship (YAY!) and I obtained his permission to publish this on my blog.