Today is Valentines Day. A day where romance is supposed to fill the air.
There will be flowers delivered, gifts of chocolate and sparkly things given. Couples going out to dinner and children having parties in their classrooms. Some people may even remember this day for years to come because of special memories.
I am one of those people, but not for any of the obvious reasons anyone would assume.
On a rainy Valentines Day 19 years ago, I had an ultrasound and was told that I would be having a baby boy in July. I was 4 months pregnant and I was going to have a BOY!! I was so happy. The little bundle that I was beginning to feel move around inside of me was my SON! “Mommy loves you little guy!” I kept saying that over and over to him. I said it while they finished the ultrasound, in my appointment with my Doc and in the car.
He needed a name. Immediately.
I couldn’t keep calling him “little guy” “little man” “buddy.” He needed a proper name. I had names for girls and a few for boys but none of them were right anymore.
His name had to be perfect. Perfect for him. It needed to be a strong name. A name all his own. A name that couldn’t be shortened without his permission the way some names can like Christopher’s can be shortened to Chris or Matthew’s can be shortened to Matt.
And then, it hit me, his name. I knew his name. My son’s name would be Adam.
Just like that, even before I held him in my arms, I was in love. A deep, unconditional, unbreakable, unshakable, crazy love that only a mother has for her child.
So Adam, when you read this one day, I want you to know that all those Valentines Day cards that I have given you over the years – they have/had a very special meaning for me. It was the day that you became my son instead of just being ‘the baby in my belly’. You have always been my special Valentine not just on February 14th but every single day of every single year.
“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.” ~ Robert Munsch