Friday, January 15, 2016

Mother to Son

I am the mother of three adult sons, who have warmed my heart on a regular basis since the day they were born. Of course, sometimes their antics and exploits have sped it up a bit, too. Happily, increased maturity (theirs and mine) has done much to convince me that they can handle whatever life throws their way, which doesn't keep me from offering a word of counsel now and again. (I'm glad to say they don't seem to mind too much…)


Mother to Son
©2016 Susan Noyes Anderson

Face the future squarely, son.
Grace it with the past.
Learn and grow, but don't let go
of things that last.

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15 comments:

Pondside said...

Beautiful.
Sending the link to my son.

Granny Sue said...

That's lovely, Sue. I understand your love for your sons, having a passle of 'em myself :) To spend time with them as adults--the thing I think I cherish most.

EG CameraGirl said...

I've always wondered what it would be like to have sons. I have two daughters, who I'm sure gave me much less grief than your sons gave you. I was blessed and I know it!

Wandering Wren said...

Wow - you're spot on! Luckily my son came after two daughters all of whom warm my heart, I think our son has learned a lot from having sisters even if he grumbles about having three Mums at times! Love the bit about your heart speeding up, I know that feeling well!!
Wren x

Gail said...

You are very fortunate. Many mothers can not say that.

Stacy Crawford said...

There is something special about sons. I sure do love mine.

Gattina said...

I have only one, besides some thunderstorms we go very well together and I am proud of him. He really has made something out of his life.

Myrna Foster said...

Love your poem! My oldest just turned seventeen, and I'm not ready to let her go off and be an adult yet. It's a good thing that we still have another year and a half.

Betty said...

I can so relate. I have three grown sons too.

Grandma Honey said...

"Grace it with the past" is the key sentence there. Don't live in the past, don't fret about the past, but also don't forget about the past ....is what this says to me.

Quite frankly, I never would have chosen to have 4 sons, but the more I had the more I wanted.

Karen Mortensen said...

Beautifully said. I love my son.

Karen Sue said...

One marrying this may, one graduating in June, and one still figuring it out. I'm adjusting to my new mom roles. Very wonderful words. Thanks

yaya said...

As a Mommo to 4 grown boys, this little poem did warm my heart! I miss those crazy antics...like the time my oldest snuck into the Stake Young Women's camp one night! OK, so I don't miss all the antics!

LeAnn said...

I can really relate to this one. I have three adult sons too and I feel the same. Loved the poetic thoughts as always. Blessings and hugs~

Jenny said...

Oh Sue.

Love.

Love.

Love this post.

These words are so perfect.

There's an old folk song that makes me feel like your perfect words.

My favorite version is by Sawyer Fredericks and is called Simple Man.

Give it a listen if you get a chance.

Bless you for linking and warming my heart.

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