December 23, 2024
Dear Vishva,
Every month that goes by I say that this age is my favorite but there is something so sweet about you right now at 18 almost 19 months. You are currently a mama’s boy, clinging to me when you don’t feel well or there’s something making you uncomfortable or scared. I hold you little body close to me as you curl up so trusting and vulnerable, allowing yourself to fall into a deep sleep. You give me so many unsolicited kisses and hug ups and every time I hear your small, innocent, sweet voice, my heart swells painfully. Painfully because I want you to never feel any pain, to never lose this innocence, and sweetness. The practical and realist side of me knows that is not only silly but harmful. But that is easier said than done.
They tell me to soak up every moment. But they are going too fast. How do I hold you in my arms forever? You won’t always look at me the way you do now. And this body that gave birth to you will continue to wear and tear. Will our connection grow more and more distant every year? Or will it only find news ways to twist and tie around itself?
I love you my sweet child. Dada and I love you so very much. Thank you for being our son.
Love,
Mama
(written in Dec, posted in Jan)