A Letter to my son

Dear Kyle,

As I watched you slumber so soundly next to dad, it still feels so surreal that you have been in our lives for almost half a decade. The day when I first laid my eyes on u and held you in my arms did not seem so long ago.

When I first knew that I was pregnant with you, it was unexpected. I was not ready to be pregnant, must less to be a mom. I was ambitious in my career and enjoyed my lifestyle, so I felt mixed emotions knowing that I was pregnant. I could not determine if I was truly joy that I experienced knowing that I was carrying a life in me, but apprehension was clear, as I did not know what to expect with this change in my life.

When u finally arrived in this world on this day 5 years ago, a sea of emotions washed over me, my apprehension disappeared and I was overwhelmed by the warm feelings of love and a strange sense of protectiveness.

The first few years of your life was difficult for me. You were a difficult infant and toddler, one who was extremely picky with food and barely slept through the night despite my utmost effort to train you. So I made the choice to stop full time work, to be with you most of the time and did not miss any key milestone moments in your development.

You are a joy and a blessing to your dad and I. Sometimes I may get a little caught up in the pressures and the busyness of life that I forget to tell u that I love u. You, on the other hand, do not forget and will always tell me "I love you Mommy." when I tuck you into bed.

Never mind that you had temper tantrums this evening, after a long and exciting day with your friends. You are always so insistent and determine, sometimes in the wrong way. However, mom will forget these not so good days and your tantrums very quickly.

Nonetheless, mom is reminded that her role as your mother is not to raise a good rule-following child, but a God-following adult. I do hope this insistence and determination that u have, as you become an adult, you will be just as insistent and determined enough to follow the purpose that God has for u. 

Most of all my son, do not forget to love. Love always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love God with all heart and love your neighbour as yourself. Do always remember to treat others with compassion, patience, kindness and respect.  

Happy Birthday my dearest son. Thank u for reminding me how to love, how to be contented with the simple things in life, how to be carefree and how to trust. Thank you for bringing so much joy and blessings into our lives.

Love always,

Mommy 

 

P.S.

You are still welcomed to bunk over and sleep with Daddy and Mommy on certain nights, as long as you do not grow too big and there is still space for us on the bed to sleep comfortably. Do note that I said certain nights and not every night.

 

 

 

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Bonding Day

No disappointed or teary kids this year.

All I saw was elated faces, kids whose eyes lit up when they spotted their moms and dad (yes, there was 1) walked in to their classroom. It was a perfect turnout at Parent-child bonding day on Wed, unlike last year. See this post

 

 

It was a thoughtful effort that the school made to invite the parents to the environment where their children spend 3 hours daily on the weekdays. Parents sat in for a session of story-telling and reading, watched how their kids interacted with the teachers and their classmates, and did craft afterwards with their kids. During the session of group instruction by the teachers, you could easily tell which were the little ones who were more responsive, enthusiastically answering the questions posed by the teachers, or the distracted ones who were playing amongst themselves. Kyle was one of those who periodically drifted between the two.

Kyle and I got to fold and decorate a cardboard box together, after which when the box was completed, he went to his cubby hole to get a little something to be placed in the box and presented it to me. I opened it the box, unfolded the piece of paper and saw this. It didn’t matter that the word ‘jacket’ got randomly added to the note, what mattered was the "I love you, Mum" and the funny looking stick woman figure with strange looking boxes around her.

The session ended with a little song presentation from the children to their parents. The teachers actually bothered to teach the kids this song in appreciation of them being at the school with them. With such thoughful teachers, it is no wonder that Kyle hardly even complains about attending school.

We walked home that afternoon with one of his friends and his mom, who stayed near to us. Incidentally, this was the same boy whose parents did not attend last year. Our conversation went like this;

Me  :  I did not remember seeing you at last year’s bonding session…

Boy’s mom :  Oh yes, but I realised that I have to attend this year. Last year, he was so upset about it, he was upset for 2 days, so difficult. These days, boys are so sensitive.

I know Kyle will be so upset too, if I did not make that effort to be there with him for Parent-bonding day. But really, Mummy will not miss it for the world. Times like these are just too precious.

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@ 4 years, 11 months and 19 days

Showing his new dance styles

At 4 years, 11 months and 19 days, he tends to be a tad bit boisterous, has a slapstick-type of humour and fidgets non-stop when he is awake.

And he loves to dance and sing to his own self-composed songs. Which can be rather entertaining to see him prance around the house and sing at the top of his voice, alot.

Kyle's Dance Styles

He spends most alternate days in the week co-sleeping with us these days :( Somehow on the onset of turning 4 years old, he decided that sleeping with his parents in the same room, is more fun then sleeping by himself in his own room.

This is just one of the conversations we had recently, before bedtime in my room.

Kyle ; You know, I like to be with you and daddy, that's why I like to sleep in your room. Do you know that I think of you when I am sleeping in my room at night?

Mom : Why do you need to think of me when I am just next door?

Kyle : Because I miss you. You never think of me?

Mom : Nope, when I sleep, I sleep soundly, I don't think of anyone of anything.

Kyle : How can you not think of me, when I think about you!

Mom : You are not suppose to be awake anyway at night, so what are you doing awake and thinking of me?

Kyle : You never think of me when I am not in the room with you. I am very sad.

So there is this softie sentimental side of him. Which I tend to experience a little too much of, when he clings to my left arm when he sleeps with dh and I in our room…

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