How are you my long-time friend?
I still fondly remember how close we were about thirty years ago. Without you by side I don’t think I would have learned to walk or talk and I definitely wouldn’t know how amazing it feels to just sit in the grass and stare up at the sun. As I grew up, it has been hard staying in touch and that is entirely my fault. I’ve become a bit jaded you see. We definitely still catch glimpses of each other occasionally. Remember that time I opened my business three years ago without a clue of what to do? We were inseparable again for a few months and it was lovely.
I guess part of the reason we also grew apart is that you go by a lot of names and it is hard keeping a track of them. Pure, untouched and my least favourite naive. Did you know that ‘naive’ is used like a dirty word nowadays? That, when they call you by that name they take you for a fool? It hurts to see my dearest friend being thought to be stupid when you are anything but! I keep trying to tell these folks that not knowing what you’re getting into – like that night I pushed my son out of my very own body – can be a beautiful thing if they just trust themselves and you, but it is hard getting through.
Anyways, I digress. I am writing this letter because I am ecstatic that you are now best friends with my little son that came into this world. I don’t meet you often now but I see you as his constant companion when he stares at me with those big eyes.
I see you in him when he stuck his tongue out to have a taste of his first mango and then gave me a gummy grin when he loved it. I saw you holding his hand tight when he was learning to sit and kept falling backwards. And, my most favourite was when I saw you teaching him that having a bath in his tub can be fun! His big almond eyes gleaming with joy as he splashes up and down in that tub fills me with happiness. In all of these instances, he never gave up trying and for that I have you to thank.
I know that you will be there as his guide through many of his milestones just like you there were for me. But, I have just one request. Don’t allow him to abandon you.
If he tries to leave your hand, hold it tight and if he tries to hurt you with his jaded words of how he doesn’t believe in your power, ignore him. He is innocent and pure just like you and doesn’t know better. I know now that you are a better friend than experience can ever be. I know now that I would rather stumble, fall and be happy I tried instead of living my life in fear of my past experiences. And, as his mother I want all of this and more for him.
Thank you for always being there for me and for coming back into my life. Seeing you even from a distance in my son’s eyes has made me start seeing the world differently once again. Welcome back.