He Has My Heart

Being a mother means that your heart is no longer yours;
it wanders wherever your children do.
~ Unknown

Twenty-Eight years ago today, I met my first born son. At 8:05 that morning, my world changed forever in the finest of ways.

B is my oldest son. He was the little boy; I always dreamed of and hoped for. B quickly became a ‘big brother’ to his two older sisters. His quiet demeanor, heartwarming smile and intelligent wit have always been his finest characteristics. We often are befuddled how he survived living in a house with two older sisters and a mom, which in most cases meant he had three ‘moms’. He had a knack for getting out of Dodge, when the drama of two teenage sisters thickened. And then, he would reappear when all was quiet.

At the age of 17 (several weeks after high school graduation), he departed for BMT at Lackland, AFB. Six weeks later, I met the man my son was becoming. Proud, strong and ready to take on the world.

Ten years of saying "later" to my son as we depart at airports, and the mom tears still roll. He has my heart. It matters not how far apart we may be, it matters not for how long. He is my son, and he has my heart.

I wish my son a Happy Birthday. Words will never express what my son means to me.

May Almighty God in Heaven keep B safe in this new year of his life.

May he know laughter, good health and prosperity.

B, I do love you so.