I woke up around 7 a.m. It was a cool morning, which would be enveloped by the spring sun in a few short hours. I set the table with one of our standard meals—a toasted croissant, fruit, nuts. Milk for him, coffee for me.
There was a time when spring break, winter break, summer break—all forms of school break—were looked upon with excitement and anticipation. And then I had a child. Oh, have those feelings changed.
I’m currently reading You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay and finding so many gems. The premise of this book is that most physical illnesses stem from emotional roots. She doesn’t believe all illnesses can be cured through spiritual/emotional healing but her own story is one where she did in fact cure herself of cancer through forgiveness and claiming her worth and power.
My husband and I wrote this letter to our son and read it to him at his baptism in August of 2016 in the presence of our church community. He was six weeks old at the time.