January Twenty First; On This Your Day My Son

Happy birthday my son, my rock.


When I think back, I had pretty much decided that I would never know the feeling of having someone call me mom. I would never feel a small hand holding mine, never get those super slobbery kisses. Then, I was gifted with a son. A joyful surprise gift that changed everything. From the moment I knew I was expecting, from that first time holding you in my arms feeling your weight, all the way to today, this has been an amazing ride. You have sure made it interesting, making sure there wasn’t a boring moment ever.

It hasn’t been all sunshine and roses, but those storms and challenges have brought us far. We have learned and became stronger. I’ve watched you face challenges as a youth and as a young adult. You have become a fine man, one I am so very proud to call son.


You have had to learn some lessons the hard and expensive way, but you learned. That doesn’t mean you won’t repeat a few of those, but sometimes, we all tend to slip and repeat something we shouldn’t. Those lessons have taught you a lot though, I can see how far you have come. Whether I tell you enough or not, I see the growth.


I see your love and respect for others. I see that deep love for your grandparents. How you walk beside them, making sure they don’t stumble. I see how quickly you answer a call when they need you. I see the love that you try to keep discrete, yet unashamed. I am so very glad that you are getting to know them so well, spend so much time with them. Many do not get that opportunity, they don’t know that love, but you do.


I see how you treat others, those you know and those you do not. How you want to treat others fairly no matter the situation. How you make sure others know when you think they have done a great job. You take that moment to say the words so many others could, but don’t. I’ve seen the look of surprise and then sheer joy at that unexpected recognition.

You are here for me, even when I annoy you with my worrying. Even when I get into a disagreement with technology, you come in and fix the issue even as you tease me over my lack of know how. You try your best to get me out of the house and into living. You tease me mercilessly but it is done in love.

You are here for the animals, our official pets and the ones who wander up seeking a safe place and food. Once you’re trusted enough, a few belly rubs and head scratches. How many animals have I seen trust you if not immediately, within moments of your presence?


You are an old soul with a kindness that makes others instantly comfortable around you. How I envy you that talent, that heart, that soul. You have a quiet faith in God that is inspiring in its simple honesty.

Happy birthday my son, I love you, always remember that.

An old photo, but one that preserves his privacy

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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6 Responses to January Twenty First; On This Your Day My Son

  1. Nice tribute to your son!
    Happy Birthday to him🎉✨🎉✨🎉

  2. Webb Blogs says:

    Happy Birthday to your son! Hope he enjoyed his special day 😁

  3. Pingback: January Twenty First; On This Your Day My Son – Nelsapy

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