I love you and I can’t imagine my life without you.
Thank you for being an amazing Son.
You don’t raise heroes, you raise sons.
And if you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes.
The years will rush by, and one day you will be watching your son as a man, and feeling incredibly proud that he is caring, safe, making a contribution, and hopefully going far beyond you in the scope of his life.
There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart.
If a man has been his mother’s undisputed darling he retains throughout life the triumphant feeling, the confidence in success, which not seldom brings actual success along with it.
Let your boy test their wings.
They may not be eagles, but that doesn’t mean they shouln’t soar free.
It is not flesh and blood, but heart which makes us fathers and sons.
Happy is the son whose faith in his mother remains unchallenged.
Do I want to be a hero to my son? No. I would like to be a very real human being. That’s hard enough.
My wild, wild son, run free. Oh, you’ll know it when you’re where you’re supposed to be.