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.

You filled my arms, an answer to prayer, filled my heart with love and care.

You grew into manhood, tall and whole, with strength built in your bones and in your soul.

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 boys test their wings. They may not be eagles, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’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.

My wild, wild son, run free. Ooh, you’ll know it when you’re where you’re supposed to be.

Son… no matter how many years go by, no matter how far you’re away from me. Nothing can change the bond between us, my baby, you’ll always be.

Maybe, destiny and fate could have given you better parents than us. But nothing, could have given us a better son than you. We love you son, you’re the best.

No one else will scold you like I do, but remember that no one else will love you like I do. All I want, is for you to be the best you can be. I love you, son.

All of my life’s troubles simple disappear when I see my son smile.

The best parent, in me you may not have seen. But the best son, you have always been. Having you as my son is the only way, I’d want to live my life again to this very day. I love you, son.