Hey...
Yeah, okay I get it this is weird.
I'm talking to you from the past and you don't even exist yet.
So...
Needless to say, you will not be reading this for a long time.
Maybe this won't even make it to you.
But these words will hold anyway. They always do.
My dear son...
You will try to fight authority every day. And when you are young, that authority will be me. Whether it be toddler tantrums or hurtful words firing from your jaw, it will be directed at me until you are old enough to realize that when you stop fighting with me, I will teach you how to fight the correct way.
Yes my son, I do intend to teach you to fight.
I learned how to fight when I was 10, and I haven't stopped because you will learn how much I fought to bring you into the world.
And I don't mean the physical labour. But the guilt.
I've always wanted a son more than a daughter because I didn't want your possible sister to be too much like me.
But maybe you too will be so much like your mother.
My dear boy, take care of your sisters and brothers and maybe the dog if you bug me enough to buy one. Your smile should be enough to bring me joy, not because I might see myself or your father in your eyes, but I can see that you do indeed look with want, desire, and the utmost joy.
My son...
You are one of the only things in this world that I will be able to call solely mine, you are my blood, and you are my legacy, but you are my son so please, tell me anything.
Or tell me everything. Or tell me nothing, but show me everything.
Your dreams, your passions. I hope you get a job young, and learn to hate it. I also hope you get a job that you love but have to leave eventually.
My boy, not all things last forever. Learn this now before it is written on your skin like a tolerable tattoo that seems faded, but you always know what it says.
My son...
Treat your lover well.
I will come to protect you from everything, but love is a curse in its own league so be careful.
Be safe.
Do not resort to physical aggression against them EVER I have taught you better than to do such things.
You have only learnt to fight so that you never have to use it for such things.
Be smart, be kind, be gentle to your lover.
If they ever hurt you, or threaten to do such things, tell me and I will go **** them.
They say the best contraception back in the old days was fathers with shotguns.
But your mother is a lethal weapon unlike any other. Your father knows this well, it's one of the many reasons we found each other.
My son, love is a complicated thing. And if you find yourself alone at an older age, find someplace to store your love.
Whether it be your job, or a child. Be happy my son.
Of the many things I have to say to you...
I wish you happiness.
My son...
*My son
Hello... I guess.
