Son of My Heart

*This is a story I wrote for my son.

Son of my heart …..


Come with me, …. lean against me,

let me wrap my arms around you … let me tell you a story.

One day not so long ago, there was a woman who wished …. and prayed …. and waited for a son.

Day after day she waited. “Son of my heart,” she would say to the stars at night, “I am waiting for you. You will always be the son of my heart.”

She waited …. and waited. “Son of my heart,” she would say to the morning sun, “I am waiting for you. You will always be the son of my heart.”

Night after night she prayed, ……

And day after day she waited … and wished.

And then one day after she had waited … and wished …. … and prayed for lots of nights and lots of days … her son arrived. And she held the baby in her arms, looked into his eyes and said, “You will always be … the son of my heart.”

The woman watched the baby grow. Sometimes he was happy … and she would swing him in her arms and say to him, “You will always be …. the son of my heart.”

Sometimes he was sad, and the woman would kiss him and sometimes cry with him, and then she would whisper in his ear, “You will always be …. the son of my heart.”

The baby grew into a boy and he would run with loud growls pretending to be a dinosaur. “Son of my heart,” she would call. “Come and save me from the dinosaur.” The boy would laugh and the woman would pull him on her lap and laughingly say, “You will always be … the son of my heart.”

The boy grew and grew and the woman watched him. At night she would stand by his bed and say to him, “You will always be …. The son of my heart.”

Sometimes as the boy grew, he would get angry at the woman ….

And sometimes the woman would get angry at the boy ….

But always she would tell him, “You will always be .. the son of my heart.”

Sometimes the boy didn’t always make the right choices, and sometimes the woman would cry, …. hold him in her arms and tell him, “you will always be … the son of my heart.”

The boy grew and grew, and sometimes he would have good days .. and the woman would smile and call after him, “You will always be the son of my heart.”

Sometimes the boy would have bad days and the woman would sigh, and brush their tears away, hold his face in her hands and tell him, You will always be …. the son of my heart.”

One day when the woman put her arms around the boy, she had to stand on her tip-toes to look in his eyes. And she said to him, “You will never get too big for my heart. You will always be … the son of my heart.”

And the boy grew into a young man. And sometimes he was busy with school …. And sometimes he was busy with friends ….

And the woman would watch him and whisper, “You will always be the son of my heart.”

And then one day, …. when the boy had grown enough to understand, he bent down, wrapped his arms around the woman, looked into her eyes, and said, “You will always be …the mother of my heart.”

And the woman smiled.

Just Connie