To My Son on HIs Seventh Birthday

Dear Tyler,

I cannot believe you are seven already! Where does the time go?

You have had a lot of changes this year, the hardest being the fact that your daddy and I have separated. You do seem to have adjusted well to it, spending part of your week with me and part with daddy.

Last night we ate at Eat N’ Park, which you call Smiley’s because you like their Smiley face cookies. You ate spaghetti there because you think they have the best spaghetti in the world.

You loved your presents; The Headless Horseman and Man-Bat mini figures, a toy from the Lego Monsterfighters collection, Finn in the Jake suit from Adventure Time, and more of the superheroes from Fisher-Price’s Imaginex. You said this was your best birthday ever.

You look forward to your party next Saturday.

Life has been pretty good of late.

You are satisfied with toys for now, but I worry about the things you will need for the future; a car and college. I worry about what your daddy and I will be able to provide for you on our limited disability income. Last week you said to me, “Mommy, why don’t you get a job so we can have more money? Why doesn’t daddy?” You are beginning to know the truth. How will this impact your future? Will you resent our illnesses and the impact they had on you?

You look forward to Halloween, your favorite holiday. At first you said you wanted to be The Flash but now you want to be Batman. You always change you mind!

You love playing soccer.

You are doing very well in school, better than we expected. I am so proud of you!

Tyler, I hope you will never feel deprived and that we were good parents.

Right now you are seven. Quite a big boy. I wish you could stay this way forever. You still hold my hand and call me Mommy.

Happy birthday baby.



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About mamasick

Emily Cullen is a pen-name. I suffer from chronic illnesses and diseases which include Bipolar Disorder, Asthma, Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. I had battled Lupus and Rheumatoid Arthritis but there is no longer evidence of me having these diseases and my Rheumatologist has declared them to be "burnt out" of my system. I am separated from my husband, “Grant”. Our son, “Tyler” was born in September of 2006 and suffers from tics and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and is delayed in fine and gross motor skills. In my blog I seek to let sick moms know that they are not the only ones going through this, and to educate people about what can happens when one becomes catastrophically ill. I also strive to break down stereotypes of what a “Welfare Mom” is like. Anything that I have gone through due to being sick, is written on the pages of Mama Sick.

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