Why are you so incredibly big? You used to be small and cute and think I was awesome. Now you are handsome and think I’m embarrassing. You used to sit on my lap and let me snuggle you. Now if I kiss your cheek you want to die.
It makes me sad that you are gone from our house at 6:30 in the morning and don’t get back until 6:30 at night. I’m not going to lie – I miss you.
When you are home, you’re immersed in homework – homework I can’t help you with because my math skills are lacking and I don’t remember Biology. I hope you know I’m not dumb. Just smarter in practical things now.
I am sorry that you are injured right now and out for the rest of the Cross Country season. I know how disappointed you are. I am proud of you for staying committed to the team and helping out at meets even though you can’t run.
Could you do me a favor and clean you room? Nobody wants to live with a slob. Some day – sooner than any of us want to admit – you’re going to have roommates. They may be slobs. Please be the clean one. Some day you’re going to have a wife. She won’t want to live with a slob. Trust me.
In return, I promise I will try really hard to quit freaking out when you are driving. It’s hard. But I am going to try.
Thanks for being my son. I kind of love you a whole lot. I hope you know it. You are awesome. Even if your feet stink.
Love, Your Embarrassingly Cool Mother