Dear Son,

I blinked, and I don’t know where my baby bear’s gone off to. 

Those chubby little hands that would tug at my pant leg are nearly as big as mine.

You’ve outgrown your cute hats and mittens and have opinions on everything you put on.

You wear an actual wristwatch, you follow sports, and you know more about baseball than I do. 

And it seems as if I’m looking at you from more of a distance these days.

I’m still where I’ve always been, but you’re branching out a little farther, and I want to make sure you know what I’m seeing. 

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Son, I couldn’t be more proud.

I’m seeing you listening to others and using your voice to speak up for what’s right.

I’m seeing you looking out for your friends and helping when someone needs a hand.

I’m seeing you closing your eyes in prayer and trusting God with a faith that could move mountains. 

I’m seeing you being polite and letting others go on ahead of you. 

I’m seeing you.

The same you I sang to sleep.

The same you I buckled into a car seat.

The same you I’ll never stop praying for, fighting for, and cheering on.

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I’m seeing you growing into the gentleman and leader and warrior I’ve always prayed you’d become. 

I’m so grateful to be your mom.

And I just couldn’t be more proud.

Jaclyn Warren

Stay-at-home mommy of four on mission to encourage parents to savor the meaningful in the midst of the messy. Take your 15 minutes; it’s your turn for timeout. You can find her at or on Facebook at