I have thought about writing this letter to you my whole life. In fact, I was eighteen when I decided I will write a letter to my son and impart years of wisdom about how to live life. I was naïve then. I cannot tell you how to live life. That is something you must decide for yourself. But what I can do is tell you my thoughts right now: happy birthday, my only child. Your eighteenth birthday is an important day for you. But I can't express to you how utterly exhilarated I feel right now. It brings back all the memories I have ever had of you. There are so many - they mean so much to me.
I still remember when I had you. I was twenty-three years old. Yes, I was young, a few years ahead of where you are now. I don't know if I have been a good parent, but I have tried. I know I have been away from you for a while, and perhaps this distance has changed the way you think about me. I don't know what place I hold in your life. I just want you to know that my decision to have you was perhaps the greatest decision I ever made in my life. I was still in college and you were not just a product of my youth's desire. I thought about bringing life into the world and then raising him or her to be a great human being. I am proud to say that I've been successful. And I feel like that is the most important quality a parent can possess.
In my college days, I used to be that person who anyone, whether they knew me or not, could converse with freely and share their troubles. ...