Dear children,
Let’s get real here. Your mother isn’t the most hardworking woman around so expecting me to write a post every so often is simply put, quite preposterous. That said, it doesn’t mean you get to go all lazy on me aye kids! I was just giving procrastination some justice. Two years at that. Shame on Mommy. I know I know.
Now that it’s back to the grind for me, who would have thought 2014 passed in a blink of an eye and here we are in 2015.
September 6th 2014 saw me finally getting married to Pipi, ehem, your father. Yes, after all that have happened to me I actually got hitched to the man of my dreams, flaws and all. It was honestly a huge step for as you might have guessed, I wasn’t all that lucky in my pursuit to find your father. This journey sure was a rocky one.
However today, today my story is about YOU my first child.
As you know, your father and I had set sailed to Saigon for our first honeymoon together, with henna still fresh on my fingernails. I am going to spare you the details of our getaway because as luck would have it, this wasn’t the place we made YOU (unfortunately) albeit we did work hard on it. Do not give me that face young lady, I just thought you should know!
Iceland was our next destination two months later. I would suggest the cold climate didn’t sit well with your father’s seeds because to put it lightly, Lil M, you were not made in Reykjavik too. I’d say it is a damper for wouldn’t it be nice to know that you were a “Made in Iceland” baby?
Oh but we didn’t give up. If anything, we were enjoying our time as newlyweds and filling our lives with love. Yes, to put ’em into words, this was cheesiness at its best. Trying to make produce you on the other hand, now that was just the cherry I needed on my lovely strawberry shortcake. Hence, with that in mind, we decided to utilise our annual leave and head straight to the Big Apple.
And then comes the sweet part.
As you might have known by now, New York was like second home to me considering the fact that I used to fly here every other month. Perks of a flight attendant I daresay. I gotta admit having your father there with me was indeed a dream come true and truly an icing on my cake . Oh Carrie Bradshaw, if only you could meet me and my Mr Big!
Despite the below zero temperature, your father and I braved the cold, bless you mother nature, and every minute spent was godsend. I shall end with that and get straight to the point.
See, I had missed my period for the month, so we thought for the heck of it, let’s just pee on the stick. Granted, whatever the outcome, your father and I would still be happy nonetheless so there in the heart of Queens, I peed away. With New York as our witness, who’s complaining?
Never have I thought two lines on that stick would change our lives forever. When I got out of the bathroom and delivered him the news with those tears glistening in my eyes, I did not for the life of me imagine that kind of sparkle I’d see in his. It lit up brighter than the night I said YES to him. I could practically hear Kelly Clarkson singing a moment like this some people wait a lifetime.
Ahhh if only you could see his excitement and love for you child. You would be amazed at the extent of his devotion, I kid you not. And to think you are not even out yet.
Five months ago….
“Would you like to know the gender?”
That scan. That scan did it for me.
It didn’t matter whether you were a boy or a girl truth be told. All I wanted to know was that you were doing okay in there. And breathing. And still kicking. God I love you.
It was weird that just moons ago my main concern in life were how to please le husband and lose weight. Oh, and you know, world peace.
Then you exist. You cute Lil pea.
Suddenly you were all that mattered. I was set to give you my best- that would mean a few adjustments to my lifestyle. I was extra careful in everything I do to avoid unnecessary mishaps, knowing jolly well what an accident prone I could be. I was reading up on what to eat, or what not to, ensuring I adhere to the No-nos. (Although the downer was I took the opportunity to eat for two a bit too far. Sheesh.) I even learned to spend less, and by that I mean shop lesser, or not at all. Oh boy.
But the best part of having you in my life was I became closer to HIM. I prayed more, I recited often and I learned to be wiser- Fine, the last part needed a lil fine tuning.
That said, having your father’s hand clasped in mine and seeing you up on that screen made me realize that all this time, all those problems I faced, those heartbreaks I had to deal with… they were worth it. Else, I would not have appreciated your father for who he truly was (despite the fact that he drives me crazy up till today and all I can think off each and every time is to murder him and…) never mind.
I’m content. This path I’m walking, it finally seemed legit. And with you in it, it is exactly where it should be. This feels right. Life for me is such.
It will probably be absurd to some that I write this knowing you are not even born yet. And in the midst of it all I might, in a manner of speaking, jinx things.
In all seriousness, at this point I do not know how fate is going to play itself out for me. I trust I get to meet you. I pray I do. While you kick vigorously in my womb right now as we speak, I remind myself, this could be my last letter. Should that be the case, I am glad for this moment right here.
Faith.
To know that this journal has already been written for you in hopes that someday you get to read this. That despite my silly acts of love or lack thereof, or with the mistakes I made along the way in life, all I wanna focus now is to be the best mother I can be for you. I apologise for my shortcomings in the near future. But you have to know that nobody will ever love you like I do. I have loved you even before I knew who your father was. That is how sure my feelings are for you.
At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter how I met your father. Really. What matters is in the end there’s YOU.
Till that day comes Lil M. I am signing off for now.
cinta
your mother