Dear Amy,
In less than a month your son will be turning 3 years old. I have held onto him with all my love and strength since that fateful friday night at 3am when he was placed into my arms. You have missed out on so much in these last few months. He has grown in so many ways. And you have missed out. He is the happiest little boy and so smart. And you have missed out. He talks in sentences and is a spitfire when he wants to be. And you have missed out. He rides his 4-wheeler now, his monster truck as he calls it. And you have missed out. He has decided he wants a Mickey Mouse Roadster Racer party for his Big 3 party. And you will be missing out.
Today your son remembered. It has been months since that fateful day, but he remembered. “Mommy went to sleep and daddy cried because she wouldn’t wake up.” And today you missed out as we snuggled your son, hugged your son, loved your son and prayed that he remembers his mommy before she went to sleep forever.
And today you missed out. Because you chose to take heroin instead of living for your son.
I don’t know what pushed you to that choice. But I promise that your son will remember his mommy before she went to sleep.
I promise I will not fail him.
I promise not to miss out.
American Made Momma 