Dear Dashiell vol. 3: You Are Mine & I Am Yours
[one in a series of love letters to my young son]
On this, our family’s very first Mothers’ Day, I want to let you in on a little secret. You already know that you come from your mama. She built your body with her body, & she labored you into this world. But you and me, kid, our souls are made up of the very same thing: stardust.
There are people in this world who will insist we aren’t family. Without shared DNA, they just can’t see it. But their small mindedness doesn’t invalidate us, it exposes them. When we hear these objections, we will just smile sadly knowing their mind & heart aren’t evolved enough to recognize our cosmic connection.
You are my son. I am your mama. The universe made sure we found each other.











