letter from mom

Dearest,

Today is your birthday, 
You are 1 year old and I’m so proud of you :)

You’ve grown so much, and you are the most incredible and beautiful child! And I hope one day you will understand that.

I wanted to share this with you because I know you get confused sometimes.
And I’m confused as well and it’s not our fault…

The world feels full of contradictions sometimes, and we want things to make sense, all the time, even when we are angry or sad.

I wanted to share this with you, so when you grow up, you will read it and hopefully you’ll understand.

Do you remember when you started to talk? 
You are such a precocious child!

Do you remember when you first called my name?! you said:

Ga, ga, ga — ia!

It makes me cry every time I think about it.

And once you started crawling, nothing would stop you!

You painted all those stories on the wall. Remember?
And you asked everyone to join in!

You didn’t have that many toys back then :)

Remember how you always got scared when your sister stormed in, and you called her names? You called her Anemi, and Atlas, and Aurae, and Boreas, and Harpyiae, and Hera, and Hesperides, and Horae, and Iris, and Nyx, and Selene and Zephyrus and Zeus.

Do you remember?

And I know you think you two are so different, and I know you don’t always see eye to eye. And you two are more alike than you think, and one day you will know it in your heart to be true.

And I know, deep down, you miss her, as you talk so much about her.

Remember, when you said that… I was flat? 
And then we both laughed so loud!

You know, sometimes words take over and we get lost in their meaning. 
We don’t see them for what they are: words, we only see them for what they mean, to us.

And words can always mean more than one thing, and from all the meanings that words can have, only one meaning really matters:

the meaning that brings us together

because all other meanings tear us apart.

And I know one day, you will understand. 
We are just one family and we don’t have anybody else. 
It’s just you and your brothers and sisters.

And you have to take care of them, in the same way they took care of you when you we were little.

You are the brightest of them all, and they don’t have anybody else.
And they need you now more than ever.

And I know that I’ve not always been a good mother.
And I love you, so much!
And I need you,

Your Mother, 
Nature

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