Dear Ri,
Someday you'll be 30 and I'll be 58. Hopefully we'll drink a glass of bubbly together and we will be happy. More importantly, you will be happy. Maybe you'll have a husband and a child through which your father and I will desperately try to re-create your childhood.
Assuming you will be our only child, will we be one of those parents that your husband inherits along with you !!! Eeeks. I can imagine your husband rolling his eyes as you book 4 plane tickets to the Carribean and I pretend not to hear you whisper " But they have nobody else". Hopefully I would have written a book by then and dedicated to you and my paternal grand-father. Through my years of struggling through Engineering, he would constantly remind me that I had it in me to be a good journalist. I wish you had a chance to meet him. He died when he was 91, two years before you were born and I have tears in my eyes as I type this. Damm the prolactin!
As much as we all dread the big 30, it does come with its own benefits. One among them, is a little bit of Zen. The things that may have upset you in your late 20's do not seem to anymore. The need to snap back at an snappy spouse. The need to put a parent or an in-law under the microscope. The need to relate your happiness directly to others. You may want to do all of the above but sometimes you learn to let it go.
Instead you turn all Meredith Grey with your view on the really 'terrible' things. She talks about how you wish for all the things that you 'think' are terrible to come back when the really 'terrible' things happen.
So, I'm trying to live a little like that now. You are here. I am here. We are healthy. You are happy. (except for the whole weaning thing). Well, I'm all Meredith Grey kinda happy. Your dad is here. His Blackberry is here. His calls are here.
That's enough for now. I guess.
Love,
Mom
Someday you'll be 30 and I'll be 58. Hopefully we'll drink a glass of bubbly together and we will be happy. More importantly, you will be happy. Maybe you'll have a husband and a child through which your father and I will desperately try to re-create your childhood.
Assuming you will be our only child, will we be one of those parents that your husband inherits along with you !!! Eeeks. I can imagine your husband rolling his eyes as you book 4 plane tickets to the Carribean and I pretend not to hear you whisper " But they have nobody else". Hopefully I would have written a book by then and dedicated to you and my paternal grand-father. Through my years of struggling through Engineering, he would constantly remind me that I had it in me to be a good journalist. I wish you had a chance to meet him. He died when he was 91, two years before you were born and I have tears in my eyes as I type this. Damm the prolactin!
As much as we all dread the big 30, it does come with its own benefits. One among them, is a little bit of Zen. The things that may have upset you in your late 20's do not seem to anymore. The need to snap back at an snappy spouse. The need to put a parent or an in-law under the microscope. The need to relate your happiness directly to others. You may want to do all of the above but sometimes you learn to let it go.
Instead you turn all Meredith Grey with your view on the really 'terrible' things. She talks about how you wish for all the things that you 'think' are terrible to come back when the really 'terrible' things happen.
So, I'm trying to live a little like that now. You are here. I am here. We are healthy. You are happy. (except for the whole weaning thing). Well, I'm all Meredith Grey kinda happy. Your dad is here. His Blackberry is here. His calls are here.
That's enough for now. I guess.
Love,
Mom
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