Dear Little One,
Just one glance into those enchanting eyes, reminiscent of your father’s gaze, transports me to a realm where it’s just you and me—lost in a moment that feels both timeless and fleeting. A single smile from you can sweep me away, tumbling me into a whirlwind of emotions as I grapple with the joy of your growth and the bittersweet reality of what comes next. With every slobbery kiss, I’m reminded: This is it. You are my last-born son.
From the very first time I learned of your existence, I knew you were special. You grew, kicked, and took shape in a way that was nothing short of miraculous. Even before we met, I savored each second of your development, knowing that this was the final chapter of my journey into motherhood.
A new baby enters a family like a tempest, and those early months can feel like a hazy dream. Looking back, it’s hard to remember life before you arrived. I can’t recall what I did with my evenings other than whispering goodnight and planting tender kisses on your forehead. My mornings were filled with buried laughter as I nuzzled into your soft belly. Afternoons without you nestled peacefully in your crib are a distant memory.
You are the missing piece of our family, and your brothers would wholeheartedly agree. You are their sunshine, illuminating their days with your laughter, calling out to them as they pass by, and missing them when they’re away. You are the bright spot amid chaos and the song that breaks the silence of the night. You embody hope, life, and the miracle of existence.
Last year on my birthday, I held you, a mere three hours old, close to my heart. I thought I would never set you down because you were perfect, alive, and my last child. When we brought you home, it felt as if the universe had been waiting for you to join us, and your brothers thrived on every smile and giggle you offered. You searched for them in their absence, craving the noise that filled our home.
Describing what you mean to me is a challenge, but I will try. The very first time you locked eyes with me in the hospital, you reminded me of my own importance. Born the day before my birthday, you turned what had once been a complicated day into something meaningful. You helped me unfold in ways I had never anticipated, allowing me to dream bigger and embrace life more fully.
You are my last-born son, the culmination of years of yearning and parenting. I’ve shared my skin, my features, and my heart with you all, but what amazes me most is how beautiful this journey of motherhood is with you here, alive and thriving.
Yet, your arrival also brought a shadow of sadness. You see, each moment with you will be the last of its kind. Your first smile will be the last first smile I experience. Your first unsteady steps will mark the end of a chapter I’ve cherished. That quiet, peaceful 2 a.m. feeding is the last of its kind I will know.
As you grow, it will be hard to ignore the bittersweet nature of your milestones. The first day of school will carry a weight of nostalgia, as will your graduation and first drive. You will be the last to experience these moments, and while they will be filled with pride and joy, they will also tug at my heart.
Before long, you’ll learn to wield a spoon, dress yourself, and tie your shoes. With each step toward independence comes a pang of grief for me. What does a mother do when her little ones no longer need her in the same way? The answer is simple: she loves—unconditionally and endlessly.
Though we’re still far from the days of independence, here we are, celebrating your first birthday. It’s a day of joy and a reminder of all that is to come. I will pack away your clothes, which you’ve outgrown, and send them off to your cousin. As you continue to grow, I will strive to hold on to every precious moment, from your gummy smile to the way you reach for me, delighted to see your favorite person.
So on this special day, my dear, know this: you are perfect just as you are. My love for you is boundless. You are a beautiful conclusion to our family story, bringing joy, laughter, and sweetness into our lives.
Happy birthday, my beloved. For now, you are mine.