Open Letter to My Son – Happy 3rd Birthday, Luth Mikael!

Dear Miki,

A few weeks ago you turned three years old. Happy Birthday baby! You know you are three now although I am not sure if you understand the significance of the figure. Since a few months before, you have learnt to associate birthdays with parties. And because you have strong memories, birthdays are also coupled with cakes; like the cat-shaped one you had on your party last year.

This time you strongly insist that you must have a Spongebob cake! And Mummy must have Garfield cake while Daddy’s is car-shaped or bear-shaped. My son, your birthday is a special day just for you! Mummy and Daddy doesn’t have to get anything… but then you would act as though the world is unfair so I said Ok I’ll get a cartoon shaped cake each for all of us.

To you everything must come in threes. I must say you are quite a family person. Always thinking of your Daddy and I in everything that you do… Sometimes you even include Opah and your cousins too in your plans and wishes. But most of all you think of me… Yes, me…

Miki, if you are reading this many-many years from now, I want you to know that at age 3, you are so much in love with me. Just like any other young children, you adored your mother and like any other mothers in this world, I could have felt no greater love than knowing that you need me as much as I need you.

It hurts your feelings when I come back late from work. You see me coming out of my car and suddenly you broke into tears simply because you missed me so much while I was gone. You favored me more than your Daddy; a fact that breaks his heart a many times although he would or wouldn’t admit it. You would sulk twice longer when I scolded you and when asked, who do you love most Mummy or Daddy, of course the answer is me!

Sometimes you would even appear frustrated when the person knocking at Mama Rose’s door to fetch you home is your Dad and not myself. You would stop in a middle of a great game or even a new episode of Spongebob that you have never watched before, just to hug and kiss me like you have not met me in a couple of years.

Although it gets into me sometimes, like how I wish you would want Daddy to clean you up after a case of nasty poopoo… or make you a bottle of warm milk when we were already snuggled up cosy in bed ready for slumber land.

But still you would want me… your most favourite person in the world! Even when she is already half asleep or exhausted or just plain busy. So sometimes, that favorite person of yours gets cranky, get moody. Because you can be very clingy, demanding of the fullest of attention and I was just tired after a long day at work. So I got upset and I scold you.

That’s when you start to cry. And deep down inside. I cry too…

And later in the night when you snuggled up close to me, I always remind myself that this curly cuddly snuggly little child with strong legs that kicks around under the blankie to find his sleeping Mum won’t be that curly cuddly snuggly little child forever.

I know you will soon grow up to be a big boy. And big boys don’t want to hug and kiss Mummy no more. Big boys don’t want to sleep with Mummy. Big boys will be embarrassed if caught grocery shopping with Mummy. Big boys don’t want bed time story about big green monster and black cat and white ghost told by Mummy.

So until you become that big boy I will bear all your tantrums, your non-stop questioning, your kicks, punches and karate chops… Yes, indeed I am cherishing every minute that I spend with you and every moment is a blessing worth more than diamonds and pearls. I love you to bits my little baby.. TAPI KALAU KO DAH BESAR ESOK JANGAN HARAP MUMMY NAK BIARKAN KO BERSUKA –SUKI SESUKA HATI NAK ADA GIRLFRIEND KENA DAPATKAN APPROVAL MUMMY DULU!!!

Just kidding. Just kidding Miki…

I will try to write more blog post about you. So Daddy and Mummy can read them and smile long after you have married that girlfriend that I approved. I promised.

We love you, Miki! Be good now…
Mummy