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Letters to My Son Part 1 (Happy 12th Birthday)


12 years ago today, around 8:30 am, my world was forever changed. I became a Mother at the ripe age of 22. What an exciting time, and how I felt we could take on the world, our little family. As I was thinking about writing a special birthday post to Ethan, I remembered a letter I wrote to him shortly after his birth and the September 11, 2001 terrorist attack. 


Today, I am going to share a part of that letter and hope to share the rest on the anniversary of the 9/11/01 attack. I thought as I read the letter written 12 years ago, how I feared the changes ahead for my newborn son and wondered what his world would look like. Now, as I look at his world I cringe with what it has become and grow burdened for all three of my children as they face such uncertain times. 


As Ethan embarks on a new phase in his life (ah adolescence), I am so very proud of the young man he is becoming and praise the Lord that he has already given him his heart. Ethan is my leader, the one I always turn to when my day is crazy and I need someone to help carry my load. Oh how he has changed my life and helped me grow over the last 12 years. 




*Written to Ethan shortly after his birth and the 9/11/01 terrorist attack.
Dear Ethan,

It was a beautiful Sunday morning and I was anxiously waiting on the nurse to say we could go home. You were just 2 days old and we were so excited to get home and begin our lives as a family. No more were we only a couple, now we were truly a family. 

Finally, they bring the wheelchair and we start our journey through the hospital and out to our car. You make sure to cry all the way home and when we arrive home your MiMi, Papa and Uncle Stephen have a grand Sunday dinner waiting for you. 

After an exciting and busy afternoon we settle down for our first night at home with our little bundle of joy. Little did we know that just two days later, our peaceful world would be forever changed.

As my Ethan turns 12 today, he is facing another changing world, one full of sin and sadness, but there is hope and I trust Ethan will look to that Hope (Jesus) for all his tomorrows.






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