Let’s make this clear once and for all. I am not the fun parent. While you do love me a lot, it’s your father who you get super thrilled about. I am not one bit shaken by the fact that you might think later in life that I am a party pooper. Or maybe just a tad but lets choose to ignore that.
You are so loved. You must know that by now. Because you leave no chance to use that to your benefit. When it’s about going out or eating your favourite snack or putting on your favourite tv show, you win. You always win. Because you are loved and you are being spoilt silly. We all are in fact taking turns in spoiling you silly. I know not the ideal kind of parenting, but I know that whatever we are doing, whatever this is, is the best you and we can do together. It’s the best version for us.
Now that we have that sorted, let’s talk.
The world out there is freaky. I’m not even being hyperbolic. Most of the things are so messed up, that you would take a lot of time to wrap your head around it. You will have to fight so many isms. Everything you do will be judged and there will always be one set of people who will disprove with anything you do. Do not let them define your course of action. But do not also become impassive to suggestions. Don’t be me, learn to make up your mind and work towards what you have decided.
Be strange if you must, but not diabolical. Be passionate and emotional and feel all the feels but do not fall prey to sociopaths. Make logic your best friend. Along with wit and a good sense of humour.
You have a certain charm about you, they say. Those teensy frowns that everyone calls cute. I, for one, knows what it really is. It’s Sass! And if you throw sass at your mother, you’re going to get schooled cos your mom is the queen of sass. You wouldn’t want to mess with me. Otherwise, we cool bro!
Pursue any field you might see yourself grow in. Your father is an engineer and your mother is an artist(?) So no pressure and no qualms about what you do. But your papa says sports are a must so there’s that. The only unacceptable thing for us is that you freeload your way into adulthood. You’ve got to work, my love. And work hard, you must. Also don’t shy away from having fun. Do your thing!
You insist on feeding yourself now, I encourage you to do the same. But a time will come when you will no longer want to eat by yourself. You will be a grown ass adult and will want your mother to feed you. I might fret but secretly I’d love it. That’s way into the time when you grow up but given the rate at which you seem to be growing from being a baby to a toddler now, I wouldn’t be surprised if I will be celebrating your 16th birthday tomorrow.
You mischievous little human, your drama and your tantrums and your antics, every thing is just over the top. Just like your mom. You do the craziest things and then smile and make it all ok. We all melt and our hearts stop. You smart little human. You know you can practically get away with anything with that radiant two tooth smile of yours and you use it well.
You, charmer, you!
You already are wary of people, continue to be so. For the longest time. Be wary of strangers and do not trust easily. But also, do not lock yourself in a shell.
I know I know, all this advice. It’s like I’m talking you up to do two opposite things in the same sentence. You can laugh but that’s parenting in a nutshell for you. You want your baby to be careful and careless at the same time and it’s confusing.
Wipe that smirk off your face young lady. You’ll know what I’m talking about when you have kids of your own.
Oh, and I love you!
This blog post is a part of #Womensdayblogparty
I’d like to thank Keerthana for introducing me. Read her post for this blog party here http://thehappyamma.wordpress.com
Also do go to my friend Khushboo’s blog post on https://livingwiththechandras.wordpress.com/2018/03/05/a-letter-to-my-younger-self/ to read her perspective on the topic.