Mommy Moments: Love Letters

I actually misinterpreted this week’s theme. I thought “love letters” refer to love letters made by either hubby for me or love letters from me for hubby. I had a hard time finding one and woke up early today to post my entry only to discover that I posted a wrong entry. I only learned of my blooper when I went to see Chris’ entry for the week. Hay!!!

This week’s meme is actually love letters from your kids, "love" moments from your kids or love letters for your kids.

Since my son Justin is only 2 years and 7 months old, he doesn’t know how to write yet. Although he doodles on paper using pencils, pens and crayons, he’s not capable of writing mommy a love letter yet. So, what I’m posting here is my love letter for him. I did this in haste but I hope my message for my son comes across. Here goes…

Dear Justin,

After 9 years of being married and mommy not getting pregnant, your Daddy and I never really expected we’ll ever have kids. We were resigned to the fact that we’d grow old together, just the two of us. Funny, but we never really thought of adopting.

We learned very late that the reason mommy hadn’t been able to conceive was because I had a medical condition known as pituitary macroadenoma (tumor of the pituitary gland, which was already big when it was found out), which actually suppressed my fertility.

It took an open-head surgery, 18 days in the hospital, months of anguish over what I went through and several months more of healing before finally, finally, God planted you in my womb.

I wasn’t really delighted at first not because I didn’t want you, but because I was concerned about both our conditions. You see, the tumor wasn’t completely removed and I had to be on medication for it. Getting pregnant meant discontinuing the medication, risking the chance of the tumor getting bigger again and fingers crossed, another surgery, which I didn’t think I could handle as well as I did the last time.

God knows what could happen with another surgery. I could end up an invalid or worse, you could grow up without a mother. And that’s the last thing that I would want for my son. So Daddy and I prayed really hard that none of the things we feared would happen.

And God listened. He gave us a healthy and normal adorable, bouncing baby boy on July 7, 2006. You truly are a miracle baby! Our lives have never been the same since then. Our home has become noisier, happier, crazier and lovelier.

We’re trying really hard to be the best parents for you. We know we fail most of the time and being first-time parents is not an excuse. But we’re learning and getting better at parenting (and getting used to having a kid in the house as well) every day. We love you son. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to us.

Love always,

Mommy

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