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A Letter to My Son




This is my grandson (I know. He's pretty dang cute, right?)

His daddy, my son, posted a picture of him on Instagram with a caption stating that he could not love this baby any more. What he doesn't know, what he can't possibly know right now, is that he will...




Just wait, my dearest son, just wait.

When his kindergarten teacher mistakes his inability to sit still for rebelliousness.
When she pulls you aside on a daily basis to tell you all that he's done wrong that day.
When she gives him eleven demerits in just three hours of school.
When she keeps him in from recess day after day, although recess is what he needs most in his structured day.
When he's in trouble so often that you find him lying on his bed sobbing and wondering why God made him, and he says, "I should just kill myself" - in kindergarten.

And your heart breaks.

When his best friend finds a new best friend.
And your heart breaks.

When you walk by his 5th grade classroom, and the teacher is using his name in a derogatory sentence under the guise of teaching sentence structure.

And you are infuriated beyond words on his behalf.

When his heart is broken.
And so is yours.

It seems impossible now to love your son more than you do, but life will happen, and when it does, you'll be there for him, and you will fight for him to believe in himself, to stand tall, to succeed when others can't see success. You will be his greatest warrior, defender, example, and the one who trains him to make his way in this world without you. And each moment, each event, each circumstance will cause your heart to expand and the roots of your love to reach deeper into your soul.

You're right. You can't love him any more. But you will. Unbelievably, you will.

Comments

  1. AnonymousMay 25, 2016 at 9:34 PM

    I hate the choices for reactions. Really, that's all they could identify as a reaction to such an endearing post? "funny, interesting, cool". How about "perfect"!

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  2. Lori GalaskeMay 26, 2016 at 3:38 PM

    I'm humbled by your response. Thank you.

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