I will always need my son, no matter what age I am. My son has made me laugh, made me proud, made me cry, hugged me tight, seen me fail, cheered me up, kept me on my toes, and at times driven me crazy. My son is a promise that I will have a friend forever.
When I had you no one, but your father was there for me and it hurts so much that you didn’t meet the loving father that anticipated your coming so much. I had you when the whole world already called me barren, but your father never gave up on us having a kid as we were both perfect medically.
When I was having mood swings and foods I previously loved made me nauseous; I didn’t want to raise my hopes high by going for a pregnancy test. I was always laughed at each time I made my way to the pharmacist shop in search of PPT; they always asked why an old lady will be having a pregnancy test.
My late husband encouraged me to go for a test and when I finally did; I was with you. My life never became the same again, you brought life and smiles to me again.
When your father kicked the bucket before your birth, I felt at some certain points to join him too, but each of your kicks reminded me of your presence. Thanks for coming into my life, thanks for being the best and the son I will always be proud of. I love you so much, my baby.