My Brave Boy

𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.

My dear boy,

You have grown so in these nine years but when I see you struggle, I remember this little man. Your impish smile remains even as you are more man than boy. This week, you pushed yourself, fighting against your anxiety and processing disorder and surmounted a huge hurdle. I could not have been more proud of you.

Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. I love you.