Hi. It’s good you are here at last. It’s been a long time. We have waited for 40 weeks and it was sure getting tiresome. The excitement built from last year and see, we are getting to the end of this year fast.
You are sure strange; your eyes are always closed, your fingers are so tiny and carrying you around sends shards of cold through me because I fear that you could break. You cry and send us scampering and wondering what it is this time. And of course we are adjusting to sleep deprivation.
It is all good, however. We could give everything just to stare down at you and coo lovingly as you look up from your little bed.
Having you has been the Big Thing I expected it to be. But it is a very good Big Thing. Now I can see clearly into the future. I am looking at the years ahead and just thinking of all the things I want to pack into those years makes me want to get up now and start on the plans. Because I get this feeling that there might not be enough time to do it all.
My goal is to see to it that you grow up to be a great WOG. That is Woman of God. I have met a number of them in my life and every time I did, I told myself silently that if I ever had a little one like you, I would want them to be just like that. I want to be here when you make all the big decisions in your life and I want to answer your questions.
I want to comfort you when you lose your first tooth and I want to fight the boogey men in the night for you. I want to help you with the difficult Maths, even if I suck majorly at numbers. For you, I’ll become a professor.
The world you have come into is not a very friendly place. We have people around us who do not believe in being good to other people. There are people bent on making the existence of others as unbearable as possible. Such characters will always be around. They have been around since forever. But we have an obligation to rise above the haters. You have to survive.
I was there when you arrived, you know. It was a miracle. You jumped out like you were ready for the world. Ready to take on the world. I held you in my arms as your mommy caught her breath and got repaired. You were so feisty, so forceful. You kicked like you had a mission. The blood was rushing into your face and you went beet red. Like a cheated politician. With time, you will get a real healthy colour and when you get angry, we will not be able to see it written all over your face.
As I write, I am thinking of ways to leave work early. I want to come home and find you, spend as many hours with you as possible. It’s like that. You have me twisted around your baby thumb.
I love you.
PS: This here thingamajig has jammed; tried to post pics. The moment i figure out how to do it, will put up some. She’s a looker.
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