My eldest has just embarked on a business venture with his best friend. Those two are inseparable and I’m learning now, are a good influence for each other.
My eldest is the kind of kid who hatches a plan, puts the wheels in motion, and won’t divulge an ounce of information until he sees the fruits of his labor are paying off. Perhaps his reasons for secrecy are to not ‘jinx it’ by saying too much too soon, or simply to avoid the embarrassment of failure, or both. But what ever his reason, I see so much of myself in him and I can’t help but be proud of my first born.
He’s an awesome kid, but at age 20, I guess it’s more appropriate to say, a splendid young man. I love his brain and his ability to think things through clearly. I love his tenacity and his will to make his mark. I love his calm demeanor — curbing his enthusiasm for the final hour when victory is in hand. I love his ability to understand that anything worth having is worth working and waiting for.
He has a good head on his shoulders. I see so much promise in him. He’s my first born: the child of my youth, the first grandchild to my parents, the first imprint of myself to the bloodline of my family.
In his quest to find himself, to make his mark on the world, to find his destiny, to leave his legacy, I see a fearless, adventurous, and wonderful human being who is a gift to the world.
To my first born, may you be the man you hope to be and may you always know, how proud I am of you and that I love you unconditionally.
Your (sappy) Mom.
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