Dear
Shivansh,
Happy
Birthday my champ.
You’re the
most charming, funny and cute boy I know (and I end up saying this year after
year). I am heart achingly sad cause I know you will outgrow the cute little
things you say. ‘Volman’ will soon become ‘volume’, ‘Pickups’ will soon become
‘Hiccups’, and ‘Dosa battery’ will soon become ‘dosa batter’.
I’m no longer
calling you smart or handsome since you already do that enough for yourself.
Whenever you wear something ‘new new’, you must hear and say that you look
smart and handsome.
It seems my
heart melts a thousand times every time I see your bond with Shreya. You are
deeply disturbed if she doesn’t give you attention or doesn’t talk to you. You
even have a problem if she talks too much and hogs the limelight. You love to
complain about her but feel equally protective if she is scolded. I can truly
feel that twins share an inexplicably deep bond.
I wish with
all my heart that you become more confident and open to trying new things. You
learn to learn and have the patience to focus on what interests you.
Shivansh, despite
the patriarchy that we can’t rid ourselves from, I hope I can teach you that
you are meant to do every chore yourself to take care of yourself and the ones
around you. If you do, it’s not a favor to anyone but yourself.
You’re my
friend and the sibling I never had. I’m sorry that I lose my patience sometimes,
but I want you to know that I want you to live your childhood freely and
fearlessly. I hope when you grow up you don’t blame me for not pressurizing you
academically. I don’t want to limit your imagination or strangle your creativity.
I want you to think uninhibited and be aware that you can do anything. I don’t
want to restrict your experiences, but I would always like to protect you.
From a mom
who’s definitely crazy.
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