As the time of my imminent labor approaches the only word I can use to describe my state of mind is philosophical. The desire to want to do the right thing is so strong, which is odd because the "right thing" is a flexible concept at best.
The best I can come up with is this post on what I would say to my son if he were sitting in front of me and could understand the gravity of my love:
First of all I want you to embrace life. Not in a canned or standard "live life to the fullest" sentiment--but a full on soul scraping tumble with life as it comes. I want you to drink, and eat, and make love, and fight, and delve into the depths of your own existence until you have no choice but to embrace your broken humanity and choose to make something of it. Don't hobble through this life or "make due" just because it's easy. Join the Peace Corps, or the military, or sell all of your belongings and spend some time as a monk--but whatever you do please do it fully and without regret.
Honor. Honor thy mother and father, but also thyself and all living things placed upon this existence as they are reflections of the divine.
Play. Play to the fullest extent this life can offer. Roll and tumble and get dirty. Make something with your hands and appreciate the wonder that can only exist in the human imagination.
Love. Grapple with this concept every day of your life. What does it mean to love? What is unconditional love? How do we love, and how do we make sense of all our failings when it comes to loving ourselves and others? Understand that I love you more than I can express even though we've never met, and all I have is the feeling of you next to my heart. I will cherish you all the days of my life and I can only promise to teach you the things I have learned and hope to support you in your journey. I am honored you chose me to be your mother.
This is my prayer for you my son.
Blessings,
Denora
That's fantastic advice for anyone, but I am so glad you chose to write this for your baby boy!
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