Dear Baby Girl and Little Man,
Mama loves you so much. I remember the two days I gave birth with great joy and happiness. You two are my greatest works of art, my greatest moments of collaboration with God. How else could I have created such amazing people! What blessings you are!
Yes, I love you and I marvel at how you grow and change every day. You are both so big now that it is almost impossible to imagine that you both began your lives inside my body. It is so wonderful to see you spreading your wings and going out into the world, to see you develop your talents and interests. I am so proud of both of you.
So, you may ask, why does Mama cry?
I cry because I will have no more babies. That time is finished for me. I loved having the two of you and I had hoped for more babies, but it was not to be. As you grow and become your own people, I know that you will eventually leave our house to make your own way in the world. As I was for you in the very beginning, I hope you will always know that I am your home, your comfort, and your refuge. I am so glad that both of you still love to cuddle up on the sofa with me, and I hope you will for a long time to come.
I cry because you are going through challenges in life and I can’t take away the pain you feel. Every tear you cry in anguish rips my heart out. I want to stop whatever it is that’s hurting you, and I know that I can’t. I’m powerless to help you with so many things, things you must go through to become strong adults. I want to tell you that things will not always be this way and that you are tough and will survive. I can see in your eyes the disbelief and skepticism. Trust me, my loves, I have been where you are and I have cried those same tears of pain and anguish. Life changes, and with those changes come new challenges that will make these seem small in comparison. I hope that you know, deep in your hearts, that I will love you and be here for you no matter what may come — no matter what mistakes you make, or failures you face. Your friends may come and go, but Mama will never leave you. Mama never, ever let you fall.
I cry because I’m proud of you. I cry because you are both so beautiful, inside and out. I cry when you achieve things you’ve worked hard for. I cry for you, my Little Man, because I was told by doctors and specialists that you would never do so many things. I never believed it. They did not know you like I do. I know the secret hearts of both of my children. I know your bright lights and darkest corners. I know your fears and your dreams. I know you may feel like you will crumble under the weight of the world, but I know you are fighters — and champions! Every day you step out into the world and give your best effort, you win. The only way to lose is not to play.
I cry because I miss the little things you used to do. I cry because I know the things you do now will pass. I cry because sometimes I am overwhelmed by the beauty of what you are and the promise of what you’ll become. I cry tears of joy and tears of pain, tears of sacrifice and tears of selfless giving, tears of understanding and tears of frustration — and I wouldn’t trade a tear for a life without you both. No matter what challenges you’ve brought to my life, I cannot imagine life without you. The two of you made your Daddy and me a family, and you made our house a home. I would not be the woman I am today if I weren’t your Mama.
Ever since you first spoke that simple word, Baby Girl, Mama has been the most beautiful word in the world to me. It is the sweetest music to my ears. Being your Mama is the one thing in the world I’m most proud of. I can fail at everything else, but I will have lived a meaningful life if I succeed at loving you and raising you the best way I can. I have no greater gift or more important job. Everything else is a bonus.
If you see me cry again, don’t ask why. Just know that I love you more than life itself, and that I look forward to crying at your graduations, weddings, etc. — and I look forward to the day you have kids of your own and can truly understand why I cry. Then we can cry together because we share the secret joys and sorrows of parenthood. I can’t wait for that day, but don’t hurry. There’s plenty of time for that.
My babies, I love you so much. You are worth every tear.
All my love,