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an open letter to my teenage son, from mom as we wrap up another school year (7th and 11th grades), i cant help but feel nostalgia, excitement, sadness and pride, all at the same time with my teenage boys. I mean from the time i became pregnant (all those years ago), ive been preparing them to become self-sustaining humans. Letter to my teenage son (from mom) dear son, i have one job. Teaching you how to try your hardest even when things arent easy. This letter was written for the thirteenth birthday of my son. He celebrated his birthday last month and just like any other mother of a teenage boy, i felt the need to tell him how i felt on that day and how i could never share all this with him verbally ( he never has the time and the patience) so i resolved to writing him a letter that he could read at leisure and can go back to whenever he. You murmured as you wrapped your arms around me and nuzzled into my neck. Because, son, youll never be too old to snuggle up to your mom. Dear son,when you came into this world, you brought a love into my heart that i had never before experienced. When you spoke your first word, when you walked your first steps, i was your biggest supporter and fan. With every developmental milestone you reached, i reveled in joy and celebration. You taught me the meaning of love - true, unconditional love. ahhh you know in my teenage year, i remember being so terrible. Now this posting has made realized how much i love my mom and now as a mother myself i am scare for my little ones and i pray that my heavenly father will help me write such sentiment words as you have shared with us. As you continue to grow and become an adult, you will live your own life. As your mom, it is my privilege to impart these important truths to you. I adore you, and there is nothing you could possibly do to change that. As your dad and i fade into the background of your life i want to tell you it has been a privilege to have you as our son. Your spirit, your dedication, your integrity all of that adds up to a future of great potential and great promise. Dear son, it dawned on me the other day that you are getting dangerously close to the age i was when i gave birth to you. Not simply because i dont want you to become a teenage parent (which i dont- at all), but because it means that youve reached a point in your life where the choices you make can and will impact you for years to. No need to walk me to the door, none of the other parents do when i dropped him off at his first co-ed party, and i watched him walk up to the door and ring the doorbell, i felt nervous for him, remembering my own days of teenage angst and socially awkward teen parties.