My little man.

You are extraordinary.

We asked you if you wanted to go to Singapore without us.

At 5, you said yes.

And you went.

And you loved it.

 

I held back a tear or two when I saw your little hand,

holding your chacha’s.

With that red backpack.

Walking far off.

Not looking back.

 

I held back a tear or two, when your Daddy played “Yaari” in the car.

How would you manage without us?

Whom would you turn to?

When you woke up in the night?

If the food was too spicy?

Or if no one understood that all you needed was a nap?

 

But you loved it.

And Aru.

I want you to know.

 

You’ve always known.

What you’re ready for.

What you’re capable of.

 

And I trust that.

Stick with that gut.

Stick with your vibes.

 

If there is one thing I want to have taught you through all these years.

It’s only this:

Listen to your insides.

 

They’ll never let you down.

There may be lessons to learn,

And that is ok,

Mummy gets lots of lessons all the time.

 

But you’d rather live thru it all,

Having lived.

Than avoided your fears.

And living a life half lived.

 

Love you,

x Maa.