The best laid plans of mice and men
Dear Little You
Some day when you're a bit bigger, you'll find yourself being scared and not know what to do. Sometimes you may feel helpless and confused. I want to tell you now its okay to feel that way because it makes you a stronger person somehow.
Hopefully.
Last night your father and I cried because we were scared at the prospect of becoming parents. We honestly do not know what to do or where to go to for support. We want someone to tell us that everything will turn sunny side up and all will be good. I would have imagined that being 31, I would have a better grip and maturity to handle anything that passed my way. However the truth of it is, we spend our days and nights chasing after the wind till you find that while you have grown older, you haven't grown up.
I said to your father last night that our freedom has been taken away. Freedom to do what? We want things to be comfortable, to have control over every situation. However life has a grand way of pulling the rug under your feet and you get blindsided. Do you try to ressurect the dead or get on your feet and pull it together? (Hint: it's easier to raise the dead. Easier but futile.)
I love your father very much, my little one. Each passing day I love him more than the one before. I want to promise him everything will be fine but I can't and it kills me. Likewise with you, one day I want to promise you that you'll never be hurt, teased or have anything that will make you feel bad about yourself but I can't.
Yesterday your father asked me to marry him. I remember how his face lit up for the briefest of moments when I said yes. I felt a strange whoooosh swept past us and then he leant forward to kiss me. It was beautiful. I know he wants the moment that he proposes to have its most perfect of settings but...you see, the most perfect man just asked me to marry him.
Some day when you're a bit bigger, you'll find yourself being scared and not know what to do. Sometimes you may feel helpless and confused. I want to tell you now its okay to feel that way because it makes you a stronger person somehow.
Hopefully.
Last night your father and I cried because we were scared at the prospect of becoming parents. We honestly do not know what to do or where to go to for support. We want someone to tell us that everything will turn sunny side up and all will be good. I would have imagined that being 31, I would have a better grip and maturity to handle anything that passed my way. However the truth of it is, we spend our days and nights chasing after the wind till you find that while you have grown older, you haven't grown up.
I said to your father last night that our freedom has been taken away. Freedom to do what? We want things to be comfortable, to have control over every situation. However life has a grand way of pulling the rug under your feet and you get blindsided. Do you try to ressurect the dead or get on your feet and pull it together? (Hint: it's easier to raise the dead. Easier but futile.)
I love your father very much, my little one. Each passing day I love him more than the one before. I want to promise him everything will be fine but I can't and it kills me. Likewise with you, one day I want to promise you that you'll never be hurt, teased or have anything that will make you feel bad about yourself but I can't.
Yesterday your father asked me to marry him. I remember how his face lit up for the briefest of moments when I said yes. I felt a strange whoooosh swept past us and then he leant forward to kiss me. It was beautiful. I know he wants the moment that he proposes to have its most perfect of settings but...you see, the most perfect man just asked me to marry him.
posted by Mum & Dad at 9:08 AM
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