Hello my little bundle of joy. You gets a lot heavier this year. A lot bigger. Taller. Bulkier. Sometimes to the point where your act looks way too cute for your looks, that it might turns sour. Even for yourself. Its that hard to be cool eh :)
Your palm are thickening. And so are your feet. I dont know if you know. I dont know if you know that i know. But they are now rougher than mine. I never mention, but it kinda like how reality knocks in my head. Inside my hug. My little bundle of joy not so little anymore.
It happens and i missed you already. I will always be your heartless spoiler mom giving overrated notes and codes. And you will grow. Through and through. That in my slight moment of pray i would wish, may all these time i bring you goodness, in anyway i could be.
I want you to be tough and strong. Yet i want you to stay tender and gentle. (But how do you get it without knowing how ugly real suffer is, i dont wanna think)
I want you to be smart and sharp. Yet i want you to stay pure and naive. (How do you get it without knowing how urgent life crisis is, i dont wanna think)
I want you to be bright and passionate. Yet i want you to stay cheap and humble. (Tell me just, just how do you get it without knowing how savage a true love is, tell me not.)
I want you to simply shine. Yet i want you to always stay modest. (And it seems there is no way you get it without knowing how cliche the ultimate truth actually is, or yes way?)
Meanwhile, we're not really born for cliches, i know. I had a hard time processing all these... and so just like this writings, ive been thinking about these for months. This milestone is not just yours. Ive grown into a proud mother of a baby son this far, alhamdulillah. Now I got to have some other ultimate pray, youre about to become a man. Bismillahirrahmaanirahiim.
