The One In Which I Write a Letter

To my dearest Cam,

Oftentimes I find myself wishing I could know what is going on inside that beautiful, intelligent, complicated, mischievous mind of yours.

How I long for you to tell me about your day; your hopes and dreams, what brings you joy and what makes you happy, what causes your heart to ache. So many questions. And so many answers that I don't have.

But Cam, I don't worry about that right now. Not too much anyway. I can't let myself. Because I know that when this life if over, and you and I are together in the next one, I will have the clarity I lack now. I'll have those sought-after answers that currently elude me. This knowledge brings me great peace.

For now, I will celebrate what I do know. That you are my son, that you bring me great joy, that you love bubble baths and legos and brownies, that you are funny and charming. You have a great and quirky sense of humor. You make me laugh. You are a light.

I'm tremendously blessed to be your mother. I'm blessed to have you as my special boy. I know that you were meant for me and that I was meant for you. We're in this together, little man!

I'll love you forever.
Love,
Mama