This is a repeat from 2 years ago one of my favorites found in bit and pieces from journal and letters in an old wine box.
… I went back into my many journals and notes and let them do this essay for me. (Mind you there was a lot to type) I tend to be a rambler, but keep with it if you are even a little bit intrigued.
June 16, 1988
Jason my sweet baby,
This morning I lay in bed staring at the clock, watching the minutes pass by and then the moment came.... June 16, 1988...you are a year old now. It went so fast Sweetheart, so very fast.
You were at your best today! All smiles and giggles, the hit of the party.......
What I want to say most of all is that I love you and you will always be my little baby, Starting from Mommy and Daddy's love...you are pure love...a baby, a toddler, a teenager, a man. But always our Jason Scott. A star was born!
Mommy
September 2, 2002
Lollipop...Happy New School Year!
I can't believe my baby is in high school....Enjoy and be GOOD! Remember that all the coolest kids are on the Honor Roll! Here's lunch money and a little extra.
You've been blessed ---Mom
August 12, 2004
Lollipop---Really have you looked under your bed? What a MESS! I even found a rotting apple in here.
But baby at least you have a clean heart and a sweet spirit. Always sweet and sticky my boy lollipop!
Your favorite Mom!
June 16, 2008
Jason Scott, Jason, Jay, Lollypop,
My first born, my baby...You just turned 21...your now an adult, a man.
But yet you are and always will be my baby- my baby boy- my pumpkin bread. I still feel you kicking...But now it is a kicking at my heart.
You will always be that little boy coming back, with a very frustrate look, to give me a kiss whenever I called saying I REALY needed one.
The boy who had trouble using the brakes on your bike, your solution...to dive for the grass when you needed to stop.
My tiny 5 year old, a natural wrestler....being squashed into the mat or even squashing the other guy. Both were so painful for me to watch. But such pride I had in you and how you always stuck it out!
My three year old telling me as I cried for the loss of my Grandfather that he would be ok.
Your bed time prayer seemed to always be for world peace and that Brian would be saved.
You, asking me for a brother or sister who can walk and you much later telling me that Obadiah wasn't the one you wanted.
My boy, reading only three books from beginning to end...all thru middle and high school...and proud of it.
My baby's 1st grade teacher telling me you were the messiest kid she ever taught and please buy Velcro sneakers... (Your shoes were never tied for long.)
My heart breaking because you had a crush for years on a little girl who often crushed you.
Always (and still) scaring me because you refused to stay out of trees.
My 7 year old baby crying in fear and gratefulness, when your cousin saved you from drowning.
You telling me it wasn't fair...you should be the one with a broken arm...not Samantha.
My son, who never told me that I should stay home with him while Sammi was in the hospital.
You, asking Jesus into your heart and life.
My little boy...13...being dipped to let the world know your decision.
A teenager angry with his brother for the pain he causes all of us.
A young man forgiving his brother as you knew you must.
A child barely 18 telling me he is in love and plans to marry her...not understanding that the pain on my face was because I knew it was true and my baby was leaving me for another
Peter Pan afraid...no refuseing to grow up. Knowing that you must, yet fighting it all the way.
My baby boy brutally honest...holding hard to your beliefs. Cynical of the world but knowing also it was safe. Knowing your calling...fighting your calling...finality embracing your calling.
My son, loving me, protecting me, critical of me, embarrassed by me, proud of me...Rising up and calling me 'Blessed' even when you didn't feel like it.
You no longer coming to me...even in frustration...for a kiss when I call for it...saying I need one.
You’re off to serve the lord...away from your true love, family and friends for the first time.
You’re leaving me as I knew you would 21 years ago...when you kicked me hard one last time.
Jason Scott, Jason, Jay, Lollypop,
My first born, my baby...You just turned 21...and now you are a man.
Happy Birthday! I love you!
Mom
September 2008,
Be your Father's Son...always ready to help even when you don't feel like it. Honest, hard working, and reliable. To funny for your own good. Laughing when your mother doesn't get it. Young at heart always a twinkle in your baby blue eyes. It's alright to be a pessimist!
Remember what your mother taught you...when you give... give your best. Be yourself, God loves you the way he made you quirks and all. The world is safer and kinder then it appears. And when you make a presentation, project, or report....extra credit if it looks "creative'. It's alright to be an optimist.
We will miss you...until I notice there are no more dishes in the living room!
Mom
**Not much has changed in the last two years. He is still my Lollipop. In August he will marry Jaymie. (My Tweetie) He became a Pastor, licensed by Freedom Valley. He is going on to get his degree. But today is his birthday and I can still feel him kicking.
… I went back into my many journals and notes and let them do this essay for me. (Mind you there was a lot to type) I tend to be a rambler, but keep with it if you are even a little bit intrigued.
June 16, 1988
Jason my sweet baby,
This morning I lay in bed staring at the clock, watching the minutes pass by and then the moment came.... June 16, 1988...you are a year old now. It went so fast Sweetheart, so very fast.
You were at your best today! All smiles and giggles, the hit of the party.......
What I want to say most of all is that I love you and you will always be my little baby, Starting from Mommy and Daddy's love...you are pure love...a baby, a toddler, a teenager, a man. But always our Jason Scott. A star was born!
Mommy
September 2, 2002
Lollipop...Happy New School Year!
I can't believe my baby is in high school....Enjoy and be GOOD! Remember that all the coolest kids are on the Honor Roll! Here's lunch money and a little extra.
You've been blessed ---Mom
August 12, 2004
Lollipop---Really have you looked under your bed? What a MESS! I even found a rotting apple in here.
But baby at least you have a clean heart and a sweet spirit. Always sweet and sticky my boy lollipop!
Your favorite Mom!
June 16, 2008
Jason Scott, Jason, Jay, Lollypop,
My first born, my baby...You just turned 21...your now an adult, a man.
But yet you are and always will be my baby- my baby boy- my pumpkin bread. I still feel you kicking...But now it is a kicking at my heart.
You will always be that little boy coming back, with a very frustrate look, to give me a kiss whenever I called saying I REALY needed one.
The boy who had trouble using the brakes on your bike, your solution...to dive for the grass when you needed to stop.
My tiny 5 year old, a natural wrestler....being squashed into the mat or even squashing the other guy. Both were so painful for me to watch. But such pride I had in you and how you always stuck it out!
My three year old telling me as I cried for the loss of my Grandfather that he would be ok.
Your bed time prayer seemed to always be for world peace and that Brian would be saved.
You, asking me for a brother or sister who can walk and you much later telling me that Obadiah wasn't the one you wanted.
My boy, reading only three books from beginning to end...all thru middle and high school...and proud of it.
My baby's 1st grade teacher telling me you were the messiest kid she ever taught and please buy Velcro sneakers... (Your shoes were never tied for long.)
My heart breaking because you had a crush for years on a little girl who often crushed you.
Always (and still) scaring me because you refused to stay out of trees.
My 7 year old baby crying in fear and gratefulness, when your cousin saved you from drowning.
You telling me it wasn't fair...you should be the one with a broken arm...not Samantha.
My son, who never told me that I should stay home with him while Sammi was in the hospital.
You, asking Jesus into your heart and life.
My little boy...13...being dipped to let the world know your decision.
A teenager angry with his brother for the pain he causes all of us.
A young man forgiving his brother as you knew you must.
A child barely 18 telling me he is in love and plans to marry her...not understanding that the pain on my face was because I knew it was true and my baby was leaving me for another
Peter Pan afraid...no refuseing to grow up. Knowing that you must, yet fighting it all the way.
My baby boy brutally honest...holding hard to your beliefs. Cynical of the world but knowing also it was safe. Knowing your calling...fighting your calling...finality embracing your calling.
My son, loving me, protecting me, critical of me, embarrassed by me, proud of me...Rising up and calling me 'Blessed' even when you didn't feel like it.
You no longer coming to me...even in frustration...for a kiss when I call for it...saying I need one.
You’re off to serve the lord...away from your true love, family and friends for the first time.
You’re leaving me as I knew you would 21 years ago...when you kicked me hard one last time.
Jason Scott, Jason, Jay, Lollypop,
My first born, my baby...You just turned 21...and now you are a man.
Happy Birthday! I love you!
Mom
September 2008,
Be your Father's Son...always ready to help even when you don't feel like it. Honest, hard working, and reliable. To funny for your own good. Laughing when your mother doesn't get it. Young at heart always a twinkle in your baby blue eyes. It's alright to be a pessimist!
Remember what your mother taught you...when you give... give your best. Be yourself, God loves you the way he made you quirks and all. The world is safer and kinder then it appears. And when you make a presentation, project, or report....extra credit if it looks "creative'. It's alright to be an optimist.
We will miss you...until I notice there are no more dishes in the living room!
Mom
**Not much has changed in the last two years. He is still my Lollipop. In August he will marry Jaymie. (My Tweetie) He became a Pastor, licensed by Freedom Valley. He is going on to get his degree. But today is his birthday and I can still feel him kicking.
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