He is 9. He is adorable with his Cheshire-Cat smile and that one wonky tooth. He is a blessing every day and I love him so much, my heart hurts from the joy of it all. Some days, I marvel at just how bright he–.
Hang on just a minute. I’m getting ahead of myself.
Yesterday was not a good day. Not a good day at all.
I screamed when I should have been calmer.
I shushed, when I should have listened.
My darling child,
You are one person, yet you’re so much more than that. You change and grow every single day, so what works now will not work tomorrow. The best I can do now is to write a letter. A letter not just to your present self, but to all the different personalities that exist within you.
“Big black eyes and tiny nose,
I love you down to your toes.”
I hummed my daughter’s favourite rhyme while waiting at the Clinic. Nirav had finished his appointment and Anne, his therapist came out the swinging doors.
“He’s doing so well, Pavi! Did y-”
“Anne, I’m worried!”
