Letter to my one year old son


Dear Son
               I just could not believe my 2.9Kilo Golu is now on count 10 heavy weight category. Really time flies, and in between my busy office schedules and work, you have just grown up way too fast. I hope you get to read this one day.
I always thank God for blessing me with one best son a mother could have. I do not remember any day or night you cried and became sleepless. It amazed me how calm you are in sleeping. You have been a pretty good sleeper from the start and you would definitely win gold if it was a competition. I often think that maybe God taught you well about my work before your way to our home and you compromised with it.
I only remember the first two nights you cried your heart out and it was obvious because I wasn’t able to nurse you due to the pains I was going through physically. We brought you home on the 3rd day and you had the most peaceful sleep from then on till now. And the best thing about you is the smile you give every time you wake up. That makes my day.
Let me not lie, the surgery wasn’t fun. I was scared and nervous but I pretended strong for you. But I will never forget when my doctor told me we just had a very cute baby boy, I felt at ease and I couldn’t wait to see your face. The first person to meet you were your granny (my mom) , your dad and my best friend.
The first three months of our new life was fun. Daddy was able to help me take care of you. You have no idea how proud he was the first time he held you in arms and made you sleep. He would often wake you up and lull you to sleep on his own polishing his new fond daddy coolest role. Thank God fatherhood comes so naturally for him.
By 4th month you was able to express all emotions and expressions that you very quickly imitated from us. But this time was hardest for me as I got back to work leaving you at home. The only thing that got me through the day was the thought that you are in the safest hands of your aunt, your God mother. I tell you, no body could have loved you enough like your ayo Zad.
I didn’t have to wait long to hear you call me mama since you started blabbering your own by 10th month. I thought it was a crazy fun ride not until your 12 month when you started to walk around the house. Tries to sweep the floor, cook with me in the kitchen and then began to point things you want to do away with.
Of all the fun part, I love the time you enjoy hearing me read you a story. I am doing it so that you will grow up to help me build our library.
You are a pure joy and you have changed my life and how I perceive about things in life. You are the reason I could fight for and advocate it. Thank you for empowering the mother in me. Remember I always love you to the moon and back.








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