Dear Baby J,
Firstly, we’re going to stop calling you baby J, since we’ve known your name for quite some time now. Thomas Sheffield. And you’ll go by Sheffield — a name that means something. Your dad was named after his great grandmother, and now you will also be named after your great grandmother. Your name has not been a popular choice, but that’s pretty much what this letter is about. You will learn that the opinion of others does not matter much. It took your mom many years to figure this out — your dad, who has always been smarter, figured it out a little sooner.
It will take a long time for you to figure out who you are — I only ask that you surround yourself with people who truly care about you and want what’s best for you. When you find that someone that brings out the best in you — marry them. Your dad keeps telling me that he wasn’t crazy until he married me —sure he was, he just needed someone to share it with.
You are allowed to make mistakes — in fact, your mom has made a lot in her lifetime, and she’s still standing on her own two feet, and she’s got you growing inside of her. Which is a pretty sweet ass thing if you ask me.
So, Sheffield, this is just one of many letters I intend to write to you, but please know that you will always be good enough, and remember, “Tigers do not lose sleep over the opinion of sheep.” You are already so deeply loved.