Dear Liam,
Just one gaze from your sparkling, sky-blue eyes, reminiscent of your dad’s, and I find myself transported to a realm where it’s just you and me. Your joyful smile sweeps me off my feet, sending me spiraling through a whirlwind of emotions, reminding me of the bittersweet nature of growing up and the fleeting moments we share. That one sweet, slobbery kiss pulls at my heartstrings and makes me realize: This is it. You are my precious youngest son.
From the moment I learned of your existence, I knew you were special. As you grew and kicked inside me, I cherished every moment, trying to soak in the experience because I understood this would be my last time going through this incredible journey.
It’s remarkable how a new baby can turn a family upside down. Those early months felt like a blur, and now, looking back, it’s hard to remember what life was like before you. Nights spent whispering sweet goodnights, mornings filled with laughter as I tickled your belly—life was simply incomplete without you.
Your brothers feel it too. You light up their days with your smiles, calling out to them as they pass by, and missing them when they’re away at school. You are a bright ray of sunshine in our lives, bringing warmth and joy even when the world feels chaotic.
I still remember the day you were born, just hours old, resting against my chest. I held you tightly, not wanting to let go, overwhelmed with love for you, my last child. When we brought you home, you seamlessly became part of our family, and your brothers would do anything for just one of your contagious giggles or a small pat on the leg.
You mean more to me than words can express. That first moment in the hospital when you looked into my eyes reminded me of my own worth. Born the day before my birthday, you brought light to a day that had always felt bittersweet. Your presence allowed me to blossom in ways I never thought possible; I could dream bigger and hope deeper.
You are my last-born, the culmination of years of yearning. I’ve given pieces of myself—my skin, my features, my heart—to all of you. Each of you is a miracle, and I marvel at how beautiful this journey of motherhood is.
Yet, with your arrival comes a tinge of sadness. Every milestone you reach will be the last time I experience it with one of my children. Your first smile, your first steps, those quiet midnight feedings—they mark the end of an era for me.
As you embark on new adventures, like your first day of kindergarten or your first drive, I may wear a bittersweet smile. You will be the last to experience these milestones, and while I will bask in pride, there will be a lingering ache.
Soon, you will learn to do things for yourself, and I’ll face the question: What does a mother do when her child no longer needs her in the same way? When you grow into an independent person, I will still love you endlessly.
I know we’re far from the days of you leaving home, but as we approach your first birthday, I can’t help but feel a mix of joy and sadness. This evening, I’ll pack away the clothes you’ve outgrown, a bittersweet task as I prepare to send them to your cousin. You will keep growing, and I’ll desperately want to freeze these moments in time—the way you giggle, the way you reach for me, your infectious joy.
So, on this special day, I want you to know: You are perfect as you are. I love you with every bit of my heart. You are the glorious conclusion to our family story, filled with joy, laughter, and love.
Happy birthday, my sweet Liam. For now, you are mine.
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