dear son 2

8 Feb

Dear son,

I realised a long time ago that I can’t be totally fair to you or your brother after you were born because many reasons.

I wish to apologise that I didn’t write to you every month like I did for your brother until he was 13 months. 

We just got less time since I’m still working, even if it’s just part time but time is just never enough. 

I did however take photos of you, many of them actually so maybe when time permits (Insyallah), I will create monthly entries for you based on memory and photo profiles to gauge your age.

Now you’re 1.5 years old. you’re a joy to be with. Your playful personality is shining through the dimples and grey eyes which was what everyone saw when they saw you. 

I hope people see you for what you are and not what you look like in the future. Today I still winch when people gawk at your eye colour asking if father is ang moh and short of demanding an explanation for the way your eye look. 

Sometimes I think admiration with jealousy burgeoning underneath the seemingly innocent attention you get when we go out. 

You and your elder brother play very well together, you seem to be as rough as he is with you and at times the rough tumble play seems too much for your poor ummi. 

You have been the only one not yet in school since the beginning of this year as all the older ones are in school in the morning. 

You’re speaking a few words like your usual mmi (for ummi), yahhhh (ayah) and now you’re beginning yaaas ( for your older brother, sometimes Anne), mma, papa, tatok ( datok) and nyayi (and Nenek sometimes). 

You mention a few general words like ket ( for biscuits, your favourite cheese biscuits), yice (for rice), cheese and who can forget your famous ‘i wan I wan I wan’ to anyone who appears to be eating anything. You ask for nilk (milk) and look so excited when it’s time to have some. 

Im still feeding you my milk and you look like you love it to bits! 

Your favourite thing to do is to use the phone and go out. You’ll break into a wide grin and run ( you walk so fast, it’s like you’re running) to the door the moment you hear the gate unlock. 

With lots of love,

Your ummi 

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