I’ve been up all morning and late last night thinking about this post… about the beautiful memory of you to write on Little Girl, Big City. I feel, like the lack of ability to write.. the lack of courage I have had to do right by you, even though I’m arguably better now… I fear I’m still doing it wrong.
I wanted to tell you that even though our time together has been short in your now 8 years of living that, while I have forgotten so much as I struggled to even remember if this was your 9th or your 8th birthday, please know my dearest little (but growing) boy that your mother has not forgotten you one bit.
It brings me such sadness each day that we are away. Of even more knowing that as much as I’ve tried, I’ve also failed.
The memories are the only thing I have of you nowadays.. and our hearts forever beating are the place we will always be together.
I want you to know that I’ve written and tried to see you but your father has not been forthcoming with things… even when I tried recently to bring you to see your dying Great Grandmother and Great Grandfather. Your father has denied any sort of interaction between us even in the most simplest of terms. I tried messaging this year requesting to talk to you and your sister this year just as I did last year.
It’s still early and I’m hoping and praying that I get to hear your voice again. I worry about you. Not because I don’t think your dad isn’t doing his very best to take care of you but because I’m your mother and I always will be.
From the day you were born I feel like I might have done wrong by you. I was scared when you were stuck the day you were born. I remember when the doctors tried to get you out of me how I couldn’t handle the pain and I freaked out- grabbing the tube to the vacum that was being used to try and pull you out of me.
And then I saw you. You were the most handsome little man in the world. And I worried that I might have robbed the world of that because I couldn’t handle a little bit of pain. When you got older I watched as your dad tried to tell me that everything was alright with you. Deep down I knew something was off.. and I felt responsible. Know that I did everything I could to plead with your father to put you into a special program so that you could get the attention and help you deserved. I hope that it’s helping.
I’m out of words. I don’t know what else to say. So I guess I’ll just say it. I love and miss you my dear growing little man. Happy Birthday Maddox. You are my heart. I wish I was a better mommy for you. I wish your dad would put away the bitterness so that we could spend more time together. You deserve that much.