Mother and child

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My dear child,

All these things I want to say to you, and now I’ll never say them. And even if I could, they would never be enough.  I’ll speak of other things instead. Things that matter. Things I remember.

I remember the day you were born. A storm had been threatening all day and of course all of it broke loose the moment you announced yourself. Your father broke all the speed limits to reach the hospital in time, but you were still almost born in the front seat of the car.

You were impatient like that. Eager to join us.

I remember your first word. Of course it wasn’t mom or dad, every parents’ dream. No, you had to say ‘bib’. It took forever to figure out that you meant to say ‘bear’.

I remember your first steps. You didn’t wait for us to help you. You just let go of the table like you had done it a million times. You came to three before falling over. We waited for the cries we knew would follow, but you surprised us. You merely blinked and muttered something only you could make sense of.

Your first day of school came far too soon. I remember dropping you off at kindergarten. I cried more than you did. You saw the other children and rushed off towards them. Within a minute you had conquered the sand bin and pushed a child that had pulled your hair. I knew then you would be fine.

You will be fine.

I keep telling myself that over and over. You are strong. I should not worry. Maybe I need those words more than you do. Perhaps, by the time you’re old enough to receive this letter, you’ll agree with me. I try to picture your face when you read these words.

Are you smiling? Crying? Maybe a bit of both.

And when you remember me, will those memories be pleasant? Sad? Do you have questions? I know I do. At this moment your favorite food is oatmeal cookies with maple syrup. Who ever gave you that idea? And when you grow up you want to be a time traveler. I wonder how much of that plan has been realized. I truly hope you will succeed.

But most of all, whatever you do, I hope it brings you happiness.

I love you.

momma

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 A/N Thanks to PatriciaReding for giving me this idea. Go check out Oathtaker. It's really good!

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