“You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars.”

– E.E. Cummings

Letters to my Children

Thoughts Have a Way 

I was at the gym this morning, burning some calories enthusiastically on the cross trainer and gazing out of the window. The peppy work-out music nudged me to amp up my speed. As I pedalled enthusiastically, a thought swirled out of no-where, landing on the right side of my brain.

It proclaimed:

“Write a letter each, to your children.”

Great idea!!

I knew I would use my favourite, old fashioned way of writing letters on paper with my fountain pen.

But then another thought appeared out of nowhere,

” Those letters and notes tend to get lost these days, like other keepsakes.”

“So, why not write on your blog?!”

That was an interesting piece of advice, I believe, from my Inner Thought smith.

If I wrote the letters to my children on my blog, it would stay forever. Until, of course due to some unforeseen circumstances the CIA or RAW pulled my blog off the internet. The chances of which are more than a fraction of percent minimal. Phew!

Why Letters to My Children?

I also felt there was a reason this idea had floated into the aura of my being. The 14 year-old bubba is home from boarding school, for her summer holidays. We now have both the children at home with us, after long spells of not having them around together.

I feel smug and sublime. Sometimes, I wish I’d never sent the younger one to boarding school. We miss her so much. But it was a well-thought out decision and is holding her in good stead. The older, 24 year-old bubba who lives with us, has been busy with work that is occupying for 6 whole days of the week.

Therefore, I felt writing these letters to my children this summer would be like a summer cooler. One that helps satiate that unquenchable thirst to communicate with them, on the things we don’t get to say, or acknowledge on a regular basis.

I’ve written quite a few letters to the 14 year-old by snail mail (postal mail). All the while she has been at boarding school, for the last two years. But these letters to my daughters will be exclusive and will stay right here, even when I’m long gone.

Today’s Letter – Letters to my Children

Today’s letter is a lot more generic.

Addressed to both my wonderful children. The ones that follow, in the coming days will be addressed to them individually.

My Dear Roosh and Aarsh,

This one’s dedicated to the precious light that two of you ignite within my soul.

A light that glows with your carefree laughter, your uninhibited words, and those laced with wisdom. Your small, yet noticeable deeds of compassion. The unflinching support you lend us when the tides are tough; or even when the waters are steady and still.

Roosh, my child, you are like the Banyan tree – strong, reliable and steadfast. Can I forget these moments, however small or big they maybe?

Wasn’t it close to midnight, when I spilled over that glass of water by my bedside? And you promptly came in to check on me and then clean up. All this, while helping me salvage my books and journals. Or, of those times when I had to travel out on work or leisure, and you took the reins to manage our home with Papa.

And then there have been times, when you have taken care of it all by yourself, tending to the doggos and our house full of plants. It’s been a joy to return to a sparkling, spiffy home, just the way we had left it. Or, those treasured moments when you dispense free advice on how to live life, or stay afloat a shaky boat. Or, all the new Gen stuff you teach me, every other day; whether it is the nouns or pronouns!

You my child, are my walking and living encyclopedia. What would I do without you my sweet, Roosh Moosh mushroom!

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Aarsh, you my girl are like the Flame of the Forest.

Your homecoming lights up our den. Your bedazzling presence adds radiance to our souls. Yet, you bloom and spread your fragrance quietly each day, much like the pristine Gardenia tree on our terrace.

Those silly giggles and gaggles that we share, while going about our day are more precious than you will ever know. My birding escapades begin to feel far more wholesome and complete with your sweet, gentle presence. Our secretly planned dates to bring home pet fish, or to  shop till we drop, are like a whiff of fresh air.

Your helping hands in giving Mishka and Laila a good weekly scrub. The late night cuddles and your comforting arms that keep wrapping around my neck, as we potter through the day. The cinnamon rolls and exquisite bakes that you painstakingly rustle up for us; each one of them and more, infect me with joy that is indescribable.

There are more letters to come, my sweet-sunshines, so watch out for this space. 

Or who knows, I’ll change my mind and they may be on paper!

Much love, hugs, kisses and blessings,

Mamma/ Momchie

xoxox

One of my favourite Mamma songs by Alana Moriseette. <3

Jumping in with incredible X’mas Dolly, Cathy and Alana for Monday Mewsic Moves, terrific Trent’s Weekly Smiles and my wonderful Wordless Wednesday gang Sandee, Keith, Suzana,  Steve, the very talented Lydia’s Seasonal post, Betty’s My Corner of the World,  Brian’s Thankful Thursday and Mersad’s Through my Lens and Alan’s Skywatch Friday.