'Go My Son...'

When Jordan was in kindergarten, his class had an 'Indian Day', where they made vests with fringe , feather head dresses and had bows and arrows.  As parents, we were invited to come and watch a program his class had prepared and practiced for weeks.  Jordan was pretty excited to have us there.
One of the songs the children had learned was called 'Go My Son'...and it had actions to it and a great Indian chant/beat.
'Go my son....go and climb the ladder...go my son, go and earn your feather...go my son, go and make your father proud of you.'  OOOHHHHH and lots of OOOOO's were in it.  I caught on to the song fairly quickly and would sing along with Jordan to it, of which in kindergarten, was really cute.
Not so much now.  I sing it to him all the time and he'll roll his eyes and say something stupid like 'let it go mom'...or 'mom, really, stop.'
Today is Jordan's birthday.  He's 26.  He works the late afternoon/night shift at a warehouse right now and so our schedules mean that i never see him during the week and not until Saturday morning.  I feel bad - especially because I wanted to somehow make his birthday special...let him know I was thinking of him.  So last night, I made him a cake, decorated balloons around it and stuffed a boatload of cash in an envelope for his birthday.  Then I wrote a sweet little note and ended it with...'Go my son....'....knowing that it would make him laugh. (I hope).
Early this morning, as I was getting ready to leave for work, I went through the kitchen and noticed that the envelope of money was empty and there was a big slice of cake missing from the plate.  Typical Jordan, the cake wasn't covered, the knife had been licked clean and crumbs were all over, but I smiled, knowing that the last thing he did before going to bed the night before his birthday, was know that his momma loved him, remembered him for his birthday and wanted him to smile.
Love you Jordan....
Happy Birthday!!