Family education is a letter from a mother to her adult son. Touching letters from father to son

Here are collected examples of texts with beautiful, warm words gratitude to the son from mom. They will help you show your appreciation both privately and publicly at special occasions (wedding, anniversary, birthday, etc.). You can also include them in a letter or sign a postcard or a gift with them. All texts are written "in their own words" (not in verse).

A special page will help you choose the short ones.

The texts are written in a special way, so it will not be superfluous to get acquainted with the recommendations for their use, they are waiting for you at the end of the page.

Sonny! You brought a lot of joy into my life and I want you to know that I am grateful to you for:

the fact that thanks to you I have accumulated many fond memories of the years, days and minutes spent together;
that the time and efforts devoted to your development and upbringing were not wasted. You grew up as a prosperous person, an excellent friend, a reliable partner, a well-mannered, educated and intelligent person;
for being patient and condescending to the shortcomings and mistakes of your family members;
for being always ready to help, support in difficult times;
for the fact that I regularly felt that I was not just a mother, but a happy mother;
because you always tried to cause your loved ones as little anxiety and inconvenience as possible, brought home much less problems and hassle than I could;
for the fact that before you say or do something, you are guided by reason, and not by momentary emotions;
for the fact that thanks to your efforts I do not feel like a mother-a failure or a woman, a broken life, mired in resentment and disappointment ... you have always appreciated your family and were attentive to my words, wishes and requirements.

But most importantly, son, thank you for your love. It was she who always warmed me, adorned my life, gave strength and helped to overcome life's troubles. Be happy!

Expensive! I want you to always know and remember: you are a wonderful son and you have nothing to blame yourself for ... I not only love you, but also feel constant gratitude to you for:

what you have me! Without you, my life could not have been complete;
for the fact that even as an adult, you listen to my advice and sometimes take an interest in my opinion ... This makes me feel important, needed and useful;
for the fact that, like in childhood, you are in a hurry to congratulate me on every holiday and make a pleasant surprise! It brightens my life;
for the fact that you have correctly set your life priorities and are walking the straight path! It adds to my peace of mind! Having raised such a son, it is not scary to grow old;
for sharing with me your joys and hardships and patiently listening to my joys and hardships. Thanks to your patience and sensitivity, I have never felt lonely and always knew that I have a loved one;
for the fact that you diligently, persistently, patiently overcome difficulties and find the strength to charge me with optimism. It delights me and helps me not to surrender to chance, to cope with turmoil and to look at the world positively;
because I do not see meanness, lies and hypocrisy in you. This convinces me that my child is a wonderful person who deserves all the best and brightest in this life;
for what you appreciate family traditions and attach great importance family values... This gives me hope someday to receive from you several grandchildren as wonderful as you;
because you grew up calm and reasonable. Thanks to this, I believe that you will not do irreparable stupidity and I will not have to drink grief in buckets.

But most importantly, son, thank you for the fact that everything good that you bring into my life is always big and important, and the stupid things you did were always small and insignificant. All this allows me to consider myself a successful mother who has raised a viable child for whom I am not afraid or ashamed.

Son! I criticized you many times, but now I want to tell you that I am not ashamed of you and I am proud of such a son as you. Thank you for that and for the efforts you are making to be who you are!

A son! I want to express my sincere gratitude to you for helping me from childhood to master the difficult profession of a mother. Without you, this path would have been impossible to pass (whom would I have raised, loved and raised if it were not for you?). You brought a lot of joy, warmth, noise, movement, difficult tasks and pleasant experience to our life with dad. Thanks to you, we had many smiles, many happy Holidays, a bunch of co-creation and even more amazing discoveries.

In general, son, with your appearance, all the brightest, brightest, unforgettable and happy things have entered the life of our family. Thank you for that! I wish you happiness, prosperity and self-realization. Well, my dad and I, as usual, will help in everything.

Dear son! You are such a fine fellow, and there are so many things in you that you can endlessly praise and what you can really be proud of ... I thank you from the bottom of my heart that you give me this feeling of pride in your child. It decorates my life, reconciles with this world and gives a sense of satisfaction from my being. Thank you!

A son! I want to tell you that I am grateful to you for a lot ... But I especially admire how persistently, daily and endlessly you learn ... Thank you for watching this magical process for many years.

First you learned to walk and talk. Then you learned to count and write. Further, you learned to behave correctly, to be friends, to negotiate, to defend and sometimes to humble yourself. And then I watched with amazement how you imperceptibly learned to solve problems on your own, overcome obstacles, improve your level of education and life, learned to value and use life experience, control your emotions and behavior, correct your mistakes, comprehend the incomprehensible ... I want to tell you, that it is amazing to see your child not degrading, but constantly developing and climbing higher and higher, endlessly improving. Thank you for the pleasure of watching all this. I sincerely enjoy looking at you and your path, I myself grow with you and this makes me happy.

My son! You often thank me for something ... But, perhaps, you do not know that I also have something to say thank you for:

For your sense of responsibility. It helps you make informed decisions and because of this I am less anxious;
For your modesty, thanks to which you do not expect a reward for doing something good;
For your kindness to parents, people, animals ... She illuminates my world and does not allow my heart to be hardened;
For your concern when I am sick and when there is no reason for concern;
For your out-of-the-box thinking, which has repeatedly helped us find new reasons for joy and ways out of ambiguous life situations;
For your sharp mind, which never ceases to amaze me and gives you an advantage in life;
Because you know how to respect and appreciate me and dad, your attitude inspires us and gives us new strength;
For the male deeds that you regularly demonstrate and give me a reason to be proud of;
For the trust you place in me. It makes me feel important, it is important to me;
For your joyful smile that you give every time you see me. At the sight of her, I myself am filled with joy;
For your beautiful dreams ... They have become my dreams too, so now I have 2 times more dreams than I would have had without you.

I can endlessly enumerate ... But most importantly, I am grateful to you and fate for the fact that I have you and for the fact that you are what you are!

Dear son! You deserve sincere thanks for a lot. Somehow I will list everything to you point by point ... But now I want to thank you for the help that you have been giving me all your life and even when you are not aware of it.

Since childhood, you tried to help me as best you could, to the best of your childish strength. At first, you tried to bother me as little as possible and obey. Then you tried to serve yourself (dress, eat, brush your teeth, etc.) to relieve me. Next, you tried to help me carry my bag and help me with the housework. In moments of despondency, you helped me find my balance, comforting me and trying to cheer me up. You shared moments of fun with me, rejoicing in my luck as if it were your own. You helped me get well when I was sick and bring as little trouble as possible when I was sick myself ...

But most importantly, son, you helped our family be a family, and me - to be a full-fledged mother. Looking at how wonderful you have grown, it seems to me that with your help I managed to become a good mother. Thank you for everything, my dear. I'm proud of you!

Son! Thank you for your friendship, trust, male support and the happiness of being your mother. Be healthy and happy. And if you can't, then just - be!

Son! In fact, you are my endless personal training! Thanks to your presence in my life, I grow above myself and develop, you do a lot for me without realizing it:

When you were born, I learned to see in the dark, so that at night, without turning on the light, feed you and make sure that everything is okay with you;
I learned to walk silently so as not to wake you up during the daytime;
I worked as a security guard for you and controlled so that no one dared to offend you;
I learned to jump with the speed of the wind so that I could catch you when you fall;
I learned to guess words and desires in incoherent babble in order to understand what you are trying to tell me without being able to speak ... practically, I learned an alien language;
I learned without words to recognize thoughts in your head and not only in yours, it took me to find out who and what is planning;
I learned to hear not only sounds in the neighboring area, but also noises in neighboring heads;
I know everything about the beneficial and harmful properties of absolutely any product;
I repeated the whole school curriculum and re-studied for 10 years in high school;
In part, I even received a second higher education while you were studying at the institute;
I have learned to keep so many secrets, secrets and not to blur them out even to a cat, that it seems to me it's time to classify me;
I know how to stay awake for days, helping you solve your life problems;
I have learned to completely turn off any emotions and solve any problems with a cold head;
I learned how to compose fairy tales about the world around me and adapt them for you;
I can even change reality to make your world warm, kind and comfortable.

Sometimes it seems to me that I am an ultra-modern universal soldier, capable of the impossible. And then I understand that if I had not been your mother, I would never have mastered so many new, valuable skills, I would not have received so much satisfaction from my new abilities and I would never have become a superhero in my own life, I would not have seen such a vivid feeling self-sufficiency. Thank you for that, son!

Perhaps, at first glance, most of the texts will seem long enough to you to voice them out in full at once. This is not true. The texts are written in a special way and you can easily shorten any of them without losing meaning. To do this, take the first phrase from the text you like and the last phrase from any text. Insert any bullet point between them (take the one you like from those texts where there is such a list). This will give you your own unique text.
Also, you can use the existing text without creating your own text. To shorten it, it is enough to leave for yourself the first and last sentence of the text, and leave only 1-2 points from the bulleted list, ignoring the rest.
If you use these templates for writing, you can leave all or most of the text unchanged. In writing, it will not look so massive and will not tire the listeners, since it will be read, not listened to.
Samples can be used not only for the holiday, but also at any convenient occasion. They will help put an end to quarrels, improve the atmosphere in the family, relieve tension between loved ones and reconcile them.
If you decide to give a speech in public (at an event), try not to speak for a long time. Also, try not to combine 2 or more texts into one. Otherwise, you will end up with a rather lengthy speech, which may seem unnatural and overly corny. Plus, a long eulogy is tiresome to listen to.
If you decide to give a speech orally, try not to read it from the sheet. Reading is permissible only in cases where your memory is completely unable to cope with memorizing the text and those around you know this, so they will understand you correctly.

Facebook was recently blown up by a letter from a progressive mother to her 15-year-old daughter. I also read it, although I have no daughter. There was something in her appeal that delighted me, something upset me, something that made me think about it. And - write your own letter to your 15-year-old child. Something will remain here from a letter from a strange mother to a strange daughter, but at the same time, this letter will be different, because I have a son, and I talk to him in a completely different way.

My son is an adult (perhaps grown up too early) boy. I'm sure he will understand. He understands everything. I always understood everything. Even more than children at his age should have understood. He is my support now, he is my wisest and closest friend. He is my unearthly happiness and the most precious thing in my life.

My boy, my best and most beloved person in the world, you are now 15, and you are just a stone's throw from adulthood. I want you to know and remember something:

After 3 years, you will have to leave the house in which you now live (unfortunately, this is not the same house where I live). And I don’t know if we will be able, as we once dreamed, to live under one roof and make further plans together. Life is too unpredictable, son, and sometimes it throws up surprises that can ruin even the most thoughtful and thorough plans in no time.

At the age of 18, you will have two options to choose from: a) you go to university, and I support you as best I can, until you either graduate or find a job; b) you do not go to university (and I will never blame you for that), and you go to work. Yes, you have a father who will certainly help you too. But I would like you to become a responsible person at the same time as you come of age able to independently provide for their needs and earn.

You are a wonderful person. You're very smart. You are handsome. You are kind, sincere and fair. You are honest, you never croak, you always say what you think. You are not sneaky, not two-faced, not vile and not selfish. I am very proud of you. Remember: I am very proud of you! You are even better than I could have imagined when, as an unmarried girl, I dreamed that I would give birth to the best son in the world. You are better than I dreamed, and I will always be on your side. Even if the whole world is against it. Even if everyone else will scold and reproach. Even if you're wrong. I will always be on your side because you are my son. Together we will cope with any difficulties, and, believe me, there will be a lot of them in life. I believe in you. And I will always help you and support you, no matter what happens.
I am not an ideal and not an example to follow. (And your father too.) You are a completely different person. You are an independent person, an individual who is not obliged to love what I love. You have every right not to share my interests and values, which are important to me. Simply because you will have your own values and interests. So far, you and I overlap in many ways, but over time this may change, and this is normal. Your life is your rules and your values. The only thing that you must always remember: freedom is a big responsibility. Freedom of choice, incl. And you will be responsible for the choice you have made. Only you.
You are free to choose. I cannot impose my tastes and desires on you, and I do not expect anything from you. You can become a doctor, a lawyer, a psychologist, a business analyst, or you can go to janitors or work at the checkout at McDonald's. I will not interfere with the choice of your life path and will not indicate who to be in order to earn a decent life. You can become anyone and I will still love you the same way. But don't forget about responsibility and point # 1.
You don't owe me anything. I gave birth and raised you not on debt and not in order to then expect something from you back. I do not expect you to provide for my old age, and you should not feel obligated to do so. All your achievements will be important to me, but not enough to put them above all else. Grades-awards-diplomas and other "indicators of success" do not really matter as much as other people give them. You do this not for others, but for yourself. And you can become a successful person, but you can let your life take its course. This will be your life and your choice. But if one day something goes wrong the way you wanted, do not look to blame and do not complain, because it will be the result of your choice. So think. Always think before you take the next step.
Whatever happens in your life, I will be there and try to help if you need my help. But I will not interfere where my interference can harm and destroy your life. I will give you advice if you ask for it. I will help you weigh the pros and cons, but you will make the decisions yourself. I am not the ultimate truth and you do not have to live your life with an eye on me. I am not your master, and you are not my property, and you are not obliged to live your life with an eye on my interests. I will never demand something from you in an ultimatum, set conditions or manipulate you, using the expressions "only through my corpse" or "I am a mother, you are obliged!" You do not have to.
I don't have to either. I am not obliged, at your first request, to drop all my affairs and rush to you to solve your problems. I don't have to sacrifice my comfort for yours. Yes, I can drop my business and rush to solve your problems. I CAN, but I DON'T HAVE TO... When you are 18, you and I will be even more equal than we are now. And do you remember about the responsibility of an adult? Remember.
You have your own life. With whom to meet, whom to marry, with whom to give birth to children - you will always decide for yourself. My personal views, political preferences, life convictions and principles should not influence you in any way. You can do what your heart and your conscience tell you to do. You will not lose me from the difference in views, you will not stop being my son, you will not become persona non grata. I will always love you and respect your choice.
The world may seem unfair to you. I always told you that the world is not bad and not good - it just exists, but people make it good or bad... When it suddenly seems to you that the world is unfair, remember my words. There are no guaranteed ways to succeed, and no guaranteed ways to avoid failure. You cannot control this world. Perhaps you will do everything right and still end up in the ass. Perhaps you will violate everything that can be violated, and you will find yourself on top. The only thing you should never forget about is honesty, fairness and decency. And yes, not an empty phrase: nothing dries as long as a tarnished reputation.
Respect yourself. Don't lie to yourself. Learn to understand yourself. Become aware of your true needs and feelings. And think how it will be better for you. Do not be too hot-tempered, do not give in to emotions - they sometimes interfere with making the right decision. Don't act impulsively. Don't slash. Don't be categorical. Learn to forgive. Learn to learn from other people's mistakes... Be better than me. Be better than your father.
What is good for you will almost certainly be bad for someone. You can take someone's place either at the university or at the checkout at McDonald's. You can date a girl who was someone's "love of a lifetime", or go on a business trip that someone else was madly dreaming about. Don't worry about it. Likewise, what will be bad for you will be good for someone else.... So you are in advance of the quota.
Never shift responsibility to others. From the age of 18 you are responsible for your life. Get down to business if you are sure that you will pull it out yourself, without the help of others. Leave if you want to leave and find a job abroad, and if you understand that you can survive there and triple yourself. If you're lucky, and you find friends, assistants, close people there, it will be easier for you. But they may not help or support, because they do not have to. Learn to count on yourself. Give up the idea that someone should help you. Nobody should.
Every action has its consequences. Learn to watch and calculate your actions a few steps ahead. Don't miss the opportunity at least try not to. Don't be afraid to admit mistakes and don't be afraid to appear weak.... A person who admits mistakes is not a weakling. AND do not listen to those who will try to convince you otherwise.
Don't compare yourself to anyone. Do not be equal to anyone. Do not imitate and do not try to adapt to someone. Be yourself. Don't let anyone break you and never lose your dignity.
I did not give birth to you in order for you to meet my expectations or to realize what I did not manage to realize. Live your own life and let it be worthy!

Death is always a surprise. Nobody is waiting for her. Even the terminally ill don't really think they'll die in a day or two. Well, maybe in a week. But not this week.

We are never ready. There is no right time for that. When the time comes, you will not have time to do everything you want. The end always comes unexpectedly, and this is a very sad moment for widows and boring for children who still do not quite understand what funeral is (and thank God).

It was the same with my father. In fact, his death was even more unexpected. He left at the age of 27. The same age that claimed the lives of several famous musicians. He was young. Too young. My father was not a musician or famous person. Cancer doesn't choose its victims. He left when I was little, and because of him I understood what a funeral is. I was 8 and a half - enough to miss him all my life. If he had died earlier, I would have no memories. I wouldn't feel pain. I wouldn't have a father in my life. And so I had a father.

I had a father who was both strict and cheerful. The one who told the joke before scolding me. As a result, I didn't feel so bad. The one who kissed my forehead before bed. A habit that I have carried over to my children. The one who made me root for the same football team as him and who explained everything better than mom... Such a father is missed.

He never told me he was going to die. Even when he was lying in a hospital bed with tubes all over his body, he didn’t say anything. He made plans for the next year, even knowing that he would not be there in a month. Next year we would go fishing, travel and go to places we have never been. The next year would be amazing. We dreamed about the same thing.

I believe - in fact I am sure - he thought it would bring good luck. He was a superstitious man. Making plans for the future was a way to keep hope alive. He made me laugh until the very last moment. He knew about it. But he didn’t. He didn't see me cry. And suddenly, the next year ended before it even started.

Mom picked me up from school and we went to the hospital. The doctor broke the news with all the senses that doctors lost for last years... Mom was crying. She still had a bit of hope. Like everyone else. What did it all mean? That this was not a common disease that doctors treat with one injection? I hate you dad. I felt betrayed. I screamed in anger at the hospital until I realized that my father was not there to scold me. I cried.

And then my father became my father again. With a shoebox under her arm, a nurse came up to me. The box was full of sealed envelopes with various inscriptions in the place of the addressee. I couldn't figure out what was going on. Then the nurse gave me a letter. The only one that was not in the box.

“Your dad asked me to give you this letter. He's been writing it for a week, and he wants you to read it. Be strong, ”the nurse said.

The envelope read: “When I’m gone ". I opened it.

"A son,

If you are reading this, then I am dead. Sorry. I knew I was going to die.

I didn't want to tell you what would happen, I didn't want to see you cry. But I did it anyway. I think the person who is about to die has the right to act a little selfishly.

But, as you can see, I still have a lot to teach you. After all, you don't know a damn thing. That is why I wrote these letters for you. You don't have to open them until the moment is right. Good? This is our contract.

I love you. Take care of your mom. You are now the man in the house.

Love, dad.

P. S... I did not write letters to my mother. She has my car. "

I stopped crying when I saw him bad handwriting... It even smiled at me.

That box became the most important thing in the world to me. I told my mother not to open it. Those letters were mine and nobody could read them. I knew by heart all the life moments written on the envelopes. But they did not happen immediately. And I forgot about them.

7 years later, when we moved to a new place, I even forgot where to put the box. I couldn't remember. And when we don’t remember, it means that it doesn’t matter to us. If you have lost something in your memory, it does not mean that you have lost it. So it doesn't exist anymore. It's like a change in your pants pocket.

And so it happened. My transitional age and my mother's new men led to what my father had foreseen long before that. My mom had several boyfriends and I have always understood that. She never married again. I don't know why, but I want to believe because my father was the love of her life. But one boyfriend was not worth it. I thought she was humiliating herself by dating him. He didn't respect her. She deserved someone so much better than the guy she met at the bar.

I still remember her slap in the face when I uttered the word "bar". I admit that I deserve it. I realized this years later. But while my skin was still burning from the slap in the face, I remembered the box and the letters. I remembered a special letter called "When you have your worst fight with your mom."

I ransacked my bedroom to find him, for which I received another slap in the face. And I found the box inside the suitcase on top of the closet. In limbo, I looked through the letters and realized that I had forgotten to open When You Have Your First Kiss. I hated myself for this, and decided that this would be the next letter I open. “When You Lose Your Virginity” was next - a letter that I hoped to open soon. In the end, I found what I was looking for.

“Now apologize to her.

I don’t know why you quarreled and I don’t know who is right. But I know your mom. Therefore, a humble apology is The best way decide everything. I'm on my knees talking about the apology.

She's your mom, baby. She loves you more than anything in the world. You know that she agreed to natural childbirth because someone told her it was best for you? Have you ever seen a woman giving birth? Do you need more proof than this?

Apologize. She will forgive you.

Love, dad. "

My father was not a great writer, he was a simple bank clerk. But his words had a huge impact on me. There was more wisdom in them than in my 15 years at that time.

I went to my mother's room and opened the door. I was crying when she turned to me and looked into my eyes. She was crying too. I don't remember what she yelled at me. Probably something like "What do you want?" But I remember how I approached her with my father's letter. I hugged her, crumpling up an old piece of paper. She hugged me, and we stood like that in silence.

A few minutes later, she was already laughing at her father's letter. We made up and talked a little about him. She talked about his most eccentric habits, like eating salami with strawberries. And somehow I felt like he was sitting next to us. Me, my mother and a piece of my father, which he left for us on a piece of paper. It felt good.

Soon the moment came when I read “ When you lose your virginity ":

“Congratulations, son.

Don't worry, it will get better over time. The first time always sucks. I had an ugly woman ... who was also a prostitute.

My biggest fear is that you will not ask Mom what virginity is after you read this on the envelope.

With love, father. "

My father was with me all my life, even if he was not there. His words did what no one else could: they gave me the strength to overcome countless moments of difficulty. He always found a way to return a smile to my face, even if everything was sad, or to cool the ardor in moments of anger.

“When you get married” really touched me. But not like "When you become a father."

“Now you will understand what it is true love, a son. You will understand how much you love her, but true love is what you will feel for it little creature... I don't know if it's a boy or a girl. I'm just a corpse, not a fortune-teller.

Have some fun. It's great. Time will fly by now, so be always there. Don't miss the moment, you can't bring it back. Change diapers, bathe your baby, be a role model for him. I think you understand what it means to be a wonderful father, like me. "

The most painful letter I have read in my life was the shortest my father wrote. As he wrote these three words, I think he suffered as much as I lived that moment. Time passed and in the end I discovered "When Mom's Gone":

"Now she's mine."

Joke. A sad clown hides his sadness behind a painted smile. It was the only letter that didn’t make me smile, but I knew why.

I have always adhered to the contract with my father. I never read a letter ahead of time. I was always looking forward to the next moment, the next letter. The next lesson my father will teach me. It's amazing what a 27 year old man can teach an 85 year old man like me.

Now I'm in a hospital bed with tubes in my nose and throat from this damn cancer, reaching for the yellowed paper of the last unread letter. Name "When your hour comes" is already barely visible on the envelope.

I don't want to open it. I'm afraid. I don't want to believe that my time has come. It's all about hope, you know? Nobody believes that she will die.

I take a deep breath and open the envelope.

“Hello son. I hope you are an old man now.

You know, this letter was the easiest to write, and it was the first one I wrote. This letter freed me from the pain of losing you. I think your mind will clear up when you're this close to the end. It's already easier to talk about it.

In my last days, I thought about my life. I had short life but very happy. I was your father and your mother's husband. What more could I wish for? It gave me peace of mind. Now you do the same.

My advice to you: you must not be afraid.

P. S... I miss you".

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Mother Teresa

“Dear son!

Your mother".

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“God sends us trials,
so that we, overcoming them, strengthen ourselves, and not despair! "
Mother Teresa

“Dear son!

Don't worry about me, I'm fine, take care of yourself!
A week ago I was at your father's grave, everything is so overgrown with weeds. I weeded half of it, but I couldn't do it anymore - I grabbed sciatica. It's cold in the hut, it's blowing from all the cracks, so it went through me well.
The cold is coming soon. Already in the early morning, the ground is covered with cold frost. I can feel the approach of the winter cold, but I'm not afraid of the cold. And for you son, I knitted warm socks. Be sure to warm your legs.
Son, I have enough money. Although my pension is small, I’m getting out of it. Yesterday I handed over the bottles, and I had enough for a loaf of bread. So I won't die of hunger.
How fast time flies, son. I was already quite old, and you crumpled so quickly. But for me you will always remain a mischievous, blue-eyed boy. I so often remember you when you were little: how you went to first grade, then you stood so proudly on the school line in a snow-white shirt, and in your little hands you tightly squeezed a fresh bouquet of daisies.
Do you remember ... how one day you came home with knocked down knees, and a fluffy kitten was purring on your chest. You hugged him tightly and kept repeating: “Mom, can Murzik live with us? I saved him! "
I can imagine how it hurts, son, and it hurts me even more. All the neighbors thought that you and Oksana would get married. And you would definitely get married if ...
Do you remember how you rushed to her date, forgetting about everything in the world? You were so happy then. How glad it is for a mother to see her child happy! I remember and laugh when grandfather Yasha chased you with a shovel, when you picked all the flowers in the flowerbed.
Son, the main thing is to hold on! I can imagine how hard it is for you ... It is hard to lose your beloved woman and be considered guilty of her death. You loved her, I know, and you couldn't hurt her.
I can’t come to terms, I can’t believe it! But I truly believe in your innocence. You are not a killer! My son cannot be a killer. My blood! I put my whole soul into you. If it was necessary, I would give my life for you, and I would not doubt it for a second! My mother's love is so strong.
Son, I miss you so much. Though far from you, but I always feel your warmth and care. Even at such a distance. Every day I kneel before the icon of the Mother of God and ask you to have mercy on you. I ask for your strength and patience. I ask you to forgive all your sins. After all, we are all sinners. We all make mistakes, we learn from them. And we will never learn from the mistakes of others until we experience grief on ourselves. This is how life tests us, constantly torturing us.
I believe in your innocence, I believe in you. You can't fool a mother's heart ...
My dear son, I no longer cry. Tears dried up in my eyes. But I'm not giving up! I will wait for you son. I am sure that you will be acquitted and you will leave earlier due date... And if I can't wait ... don't judge me. Everyone has their own path, their own path, which ends at the will of the mistress of fate. I hug you tightly, son. And I'm really looking forward to our fleeting meeting in the colony.
Your mother".

This is the letter every mother would like to write who cannot explain in words some bitter truths. But they need to be expressed sometime, and better late than never.

Why did it all start?

This morning we quarreled with you because I asked you to clean up after you. Did you understand, my dear son, that you allowed yourself to talk to me in a way that is not proper to talk to a mother? I heard rudeness from you. When I said that you shouldn't talk to your mom in that tone, you didn't seem to understand anything. I even thought you were sure that I didn't deserve good attitude... And then it dawned on me that perhaps you need to explain why your mother, in addition to obedience and love, also needs your respect.

Who gave you life?

I carried you for 42 weeks instead of 40. It's called carrying. My contractions lasted a whole week. The last three months before giving birth were very difficult, and the first three months I felt terrible. My figure grew fat, I was scared to look at myself in the mirror, and I could not believe that I would ever return to my previous form. But all this did not frighten me, because I was waiting for you.

During childbirth, I gave up pain relief - I wanted you to be born naturally. And when you were born, I asked the midwife not to cut the umbilical cord as long as possible - I wanted you to receive all the precious stem cells that are in my blood. Yes, it was inconvenient, but I was ready to endure for you to be healthy. You are only 10 years old now, son, but you can already know about all this.

Houses

I asked to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, because your older brother remained at home, he was also small and needed me. And then the most difficult months began, which everyone knows about - sleepless nights, endless chores. When you cried, I got up to breastfeed you. And although my chest ached, there were cracks and blisters on it, I continued to feed you, because I knew: there is nothing better for children than breastfeeding.

When you were three weeks old, you caught the virus, and I was deadly scared that something terrible would happen to you. I could not sleep for a minute, so as not to leave you alone with the disease. I listened helplessly to you crying when you had a lumbar puncture, and sobbed, and then looked as you lay, so tiny, weak and pale.

You have recovered and grown. At every stage of your life, I was there to help you. Taught you to sit, walk, eat, go to the potty, then to the toilet - a fun job, isn't it? I spent hours making homemade purees because it was the best food for you. I was delighted with this work, I watched you grow.

We grew up

Do you remember how I cut the spelling sheets and hid them in different corners of the room so that it would be more interesting for you to learn to read and write? And then I listened to you playing the guitar, sometimes taught and made you play, although I myself had a lot of unfinished business. When it was time for exams at school, I prepared with you, reviewing all the questions and arranging them in the form of funny quizzes so that it would be easier to remember them. I helped you set goals and tried to help you make the right decision when something went wrong. My patience was enough for two. It was not difficult for me because I wanted you to get a good education and learn how to solve problems.

I argued with you every day, forcing you to do the simplest things: brush your teeth, eat vegetables, behave well at the table, clean up after yourself, go to bed on time, not quarrel with your brother. I wanted to drag you away from video games or TV so that you could spend more time outdoors. Sometimes you showed real aggression when you didn't want to obey. But it was necessary for your own good.

Every Sunday for the past seven years, I've stood at the edge of the playground cheering for you and your brother when you played football. I went with you to every imaginable sports clubs... I really wanted you to decide what you like the most.

Did I think more about myself?

I switched to part-time work, although I could have made a career and earn three times more. But it was more important for me to be with you after school and during your holidays. And all the same, you find a reason to take offense at me for the fact that I devote a lot of time to work. But this is not scary, the main thing is to be more close to you so that you never feel lonely.

My dear son, I have been doing all these things for you for 10 years, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. And it was not always easy and fun for me - sometimes it was monotonous, and sad, and difficult. Do not think that I reproach you with this - I would like to give you even more. I am happy that you are my son. It is my duty to live for you. I just want you to know that everything I say or do is for your good.

And when I ask you not to speak disrespectfully to me, this does not mean that you have to pay for my love for you. I just want you to know what your mother means to you and what you mean to your mother.