My dear son,
You are now two years old – and quite a little man. I meant to write this letter when you were born, but time has gotten away from me. I love you more than words can say; I hope you always remember that.
I worry about sending you out into the world one day. I can make our home a safe, secure place for you – and I ‘m doing my best to do so – but the world…well, that is a different matter altogether. I know I have years before I send you out – really and truly out – into the world, but I cannot help worrying about it ahead of time. Well, all I can do is the best I can do. I will do my best to prepare you, to teach you what you need to know, to shield and protect you when I can and help you pick up the pieces when I can’t.
I hope you know that I will always love you, no matter what. I want you to know that you can always talk to me, call me when you need me, lean on me. I will always be your mother and you will always be my boy.
I am so proud of you. You are sweet and affectionate, as well as smart and observant. You are growing so fast!
I suspect that this letter will actually be a series of letters, like those I plan on writing for your sister. There is so much to tell you, to share with you and I simply can’t cover it in one letter. Know that you are a loved and cherished member of the family; you now have a sister and a mommy and daddy who love you very much – to say nothing of lots of grandparents, and aunts and uncles.