Though my girl steals my heart on a daily basis, I must admit that my son stole my heart on the day he was born.
He is serious. Though he is more reserved with his feelings than I, he quietly displays kindness, care, and thoughtfulness when you least expect it. His emotional caution makes me question my parental choices, and I always try to figure out what that handsome face is thinking.
He recently logged into his school account to submit an assignment. Though the task he logged in to create and submit was incredible, my heart broke a bit reading through his writing.
He always makes me proud, and I hope I tell him that enough. However, reading his free choice writing made me feel disappointed for my son and what he quietly endures. The two times he was asked to select a free choice narrative this year, he wrote about his sister and her disease. Of all of the topics and all of his options, he chose her.
His first writing was about the remarkable softball tournament the Britto Agency hosted in September. He wrote about all of the people who attended, the low skill set of our team, and the money we raised for Kelsey’s Kaleidoscope, Inc. He wrote about having fun.
In the second task, he described the day his sister was born. He wondered if he would ever be special again when he saw the attention she received. He discussed his sister’s disease, her hospital stays, and how the entire process is difficult for him at times. He assured me he feels special and that was just how he felt back then, and I will work harder every day ahead to assure that is the truth.
He is my heart, he is special, and today he is my Valentine.