I am writing you this letter to tell you about how I feel about you in my sons life. Moving on for his dad and I is inevitable. So I know that one day you will be a major part of his life. As a little girl I dreamed of one day getting married and having a family. Little did I know that getting pregnant would not be easy at all but I can tell you that every needle prick, doctors appointment and even the scary moments were worth every moment.
If I can be honest with you. You scare me. I don’t know you at all. Yet you will be around a very important piece of my heart. My stomach sinks at the that thought that you could not have my sons best intentions. That you could hurt him. That you could push him away. That you could make him sad or even physically hurt him. I pray that this will never happen.
You see, Judah is my very breath. For six short months I felt him move and kick. For months I sat in the hospital by his bedside praying and hoping that he would be okay. I know where each of his little curls fall. I know his smile. I would do anything for him. He is my heart. I don’t know if you will have children or not but if you do you know exactly what I mean.
So here is my request to you. Please love my baby. Please. Please be an extension of me. Kiss his boo-boos. Bake him cookies. Be patient with him. He’s a little boy and can be a handful at times. Let him have time with his daddy. Encourage it. Make him laugh. Please protect him and please don’t ever hurt him. I think it goes without saying, but if one day your lose your marbles and decide that you are going to hurt him just know that you will see a kind of crazy that you have never seen.
Love him. Really love him because if anyone will recognize fake affection and love, it will be him.
This is what I would say to her. I’m sad because I don’t know and because it’s something I can’t control. I pray hard that whoever this woman is she will be good for Judah. My heart would stop beating if anything ever happened to him.