An open letter from a mother to her son.
I remember the first time I felt you move in my stomach and the first time I heard the doctor tell me I was having a boy. I was full of joy. It had been 6 years since I had your sister. This pregnancy was a totally different experience than before. Your due date was January 30, 2011. That day had come and gone; and I grew restless. The doctor scheduled to induce my labor February 2, 2011. The night before I cleaned the entire house and prepared our bags for our hospital stay. Before I could lay down to get some rest for our big day my water broke. I was surprised but excited. I quickly realized it was an ice storm outside and the roads were extremely bad. We made our way to the hospital which felt like forever due to the road conditions. We arrived at Grant Medical Center and the nurses prepared for your arrival. They confirmed that I was completely dilatated and it was time to push. From that day our journey began, and boy has it been a journey. One that I am truly grateful for. Tre you entered this world on your own time and in your own way. Not in a way that I planned. You have marched to your own beat ever since. You have taught me patience and the importance of having compassion for others. You are amazing in every way imaginable. I want you to always remember who you are and who you belong too. Know that your strength will come from your faith. Keep marching to your own beat, lead the pack when you do. You are a king, and you can change the world. I tell you all the time you have superpowers that make you unique. You will always and forever be my superhero.