A Love Letter to My Son as He Becomes a Man!
Hello Son, It’s Me, Mom,
Well. It’s probably the middle of the week and I bet you are wearing the same underwear and clothing you were wearing when you left. Am I right? Some of the other moms warned me that it is worthless to pack 7 days worth of clothing because you boys just keep wearing the same smelly dirty stuff over and over. Maybe there is something “comforting” about the distinct scent of dirty laundry.
I’m just kidding. Go right ahead. Wear the same outfit day after day. See if I care. But make sure you are brushing and flossing, please. And don’t forget a shower here and there and deodorant.
Remember when I dropped you off at the last Boy Scout Camp and you didn’t want me to kiss you goodbye or walk you to the campsite? I watched you walk alone across that long stretch of dirt road to meet your troop mates with mixed emotions and a heavy heart.
I had a similar bout of mixed emotions as I waved goodbye to you and watched you sail into the horizon on that big old boat. On the one hand, I was VERY EXCITED for you because I know you are one step closer to becoming a young man and leader! This is an important milestone in becoming independent and self-sufficient.
On the other hand, I had a hard time dealing with the realization that the day I have dreaded since you were born, the day you become an independent man who no longer needs his mama, is closer than I would like to admit. It’s my own personal “mom” struggle that I will have to learn to deal with as you are growing up.
Don’t worry. I (most likely) will not need psychotherapy for this, just a lot of Kleenex.
When Nani and Papa gave me the report on your visit with them last week, they told me that you were a great helper, and quite the young gentleman. I know you are ready for the adventures you are facing on the island. Dad and I are very proud of you. A big part of us wishes we could be there with you. A smaller part of us realizes that this is YOUR adventure and you need to do it on your own. What we certain of is the fact that you can handle it!
Here are a few things that your sister, Dad and I thought you might like to have with you on your trip. I know. It’s kind of crazy stuff. And I am sure you are disappointed that I didn’t send you a giant box filled with candy, cookies and junk. But you know that’s just not the kind of mom I am.
I hope that you are having fun with your friends, having exciting adventures and learning a lot of new things. Be prepared to give us a full report on everything you are doing when we pick you up.
We cannot wait to see you and we love you very much!
P. S. I have a little mind bender for you. Many years ago, back in the ancient times a few decades before you were born, NASA spent millions and millions of dollars trying to solve the problem of getting a ball point pen to work in space. For months, hundreds of men and women worked in laboratories testing prototypes of pens. Chemists brewed large batches of inks designed to work in zero gravity conditions. It was mission critical, and they failed over and over again.
Unfortunately, the Russians beat us to a solution. Can you figure out how they solved the problem? Think about it and tell me when you get home.
P.P.S. For the moms reading this on my blog, the answer is…
They used pencils!
Love that story.