Hand Made....
There is something so beautiful and special about handmade things. The thought, the effort, the planning, the delivery, the emotions. It can't be quantified. The result might be one simple card or item but it represents a culmination of so many beautiful intangibles.
I know you find it hard to express your affection and emotions to others. But, I didn't want that to be a reason for you to be stoic or unexpressive. Love is best when expressed. So, I encouraged you to write letters, make cards, put your feelings in words.
I love how you spend time laboriously making a Happy Birthday, get well, I'm sorry, or welcome home card for family and friends. More than that, I love the emotions you express in them. Emotions that wouldn't otherwise be evident or conceivable behind the nonchalant 7 year old face of yours. I would hate for such pure , raw emotions to be lost, pent up or misdirected.
I love how you write introspective apology letters after you have messed up. Real power lies in humble acceptance of our mistakes and real growth lies in learning from those mistakes.
In a world where we can buy $1 cards, I am proud that you put in an hour of effort, time and creativity to create something that captures your affection. It's the handmade stuff that is beautiful and memorable. I hope you never lose this art, the art of using your hands to create something for those around you. I hope like so many young boys, you don't feel that expressing emotions makes you weak or threatens your masculinity.
Too many human beings feel unloved and unappreciated because someone close to them didn't have the tools, the words, the actions to remind them of their worth, and value. I can only pray that I raise you to be a man that feels strong by his vulnerabilities and never makes his loved ones question or wonder about their worth in your eyes.
Love
Mama
