Longevity! Long may we (daddy, you and I) live. It’s every woman’s dream to have a child and I can’t hold myself back. I yearned for the day that I would give birth to you, on that day I saw your tiny dark eye balls, the day that made your dad almost jump out of his skin, the very day that made grandma say she was proud of me and eventually the day that everything else changed.
The first day you will read this letter you will probably be three and believe me you will find this very unfathomable. You will grind and get angry every time I tell you to read it and you will run to daddy since he takes you for swimming every Saturday and buys you popsicles and takes you to the garden every Sunday .However, one day he will take you to his study and he will tell you to pick one of his many volumes of books and you will pick ‘The Jury’ by J.Grisham and read one page out loud and you will prefer mummy’s letter to daddys books firstly because daddys books have thick covers, heavy to hold and definitely have volumes and volumes of pages secondly because dads study is very tranquil and you hate silence. On the flipside mummy’s letter is very light and mummy will tell you to run around the house holding the letter and you very much like that since you get to lose it and mummy just laughs.
However one day, on a relatively chilly afternoon we will accompany daddy to his study and daddy and I will pick a book for you. We will pick ‘Who Moved My Cheese’ by Spencer Johnson and we will teach you how to read a good book and for the very first time you will sleep but occasionally you will find that reading with us is fun and you will anticipate the study and find yourself sleeping on daddys study chair and we will know you are almost there. You will insist that we take turns reading you bed time stories and you will fall asleep so fast that you forget we even did read you a story. With time we will take you to a good international school where you are not taught pronunciation only rather you are also taught morphology and vocabulary, phonetics and semantics. You will also speak jargons and you will think that’s normal but son it isn’t. You are just building a strong foundation that will anchor your future self and not every other child ever gets that chance.
You will mature into teenage hood where you will smile at us perfunctorily and start being solipsistic and we will bring you in tow with the teachings we gave you and at times you will hate us but we want you to grow up to be a noble man of unquestionable character not forgetting being debonair. You will accompany us to church on Sunday mornings and you will go to Sunday school on your own. You will learn to elucidate the simple concepts of Christianity and you will start being calm and collected like your mum. There are times you will steal daddy’s scotch and when he confronts you and you come to me seeking mercy and I will lie that I took the wine in lieu of you and you will like me more and confide in me and tell me your little shitty secrets.
One day you will see something very unusual and unbecoming. Daddy and I will have a bad argument that will leave me beside myself with worry and for the first time my face will be drenched in tears and my mascara will be ruined and I will rush out of the house to get some air and you will run after me, since you over heard us arguing, seeking questions that I can’t answer and you will hate daddy because he makes mummy angry but son don’t get it twisted daddy loves mummy and sometimes we just don’t agree on some issues so we raise our voices because we think that validates our argument on the same vein you and I will quarrel endlessly because I turned down your request and you will raise your voice at me and I will let you be.
You will develop a liking for girls at a younger age and we will tell you to go slowly and you will be persistent with questions like; where did you come from and I will explain that whole concept since supermarkets don’t sell kids anymore. You will prefer staying indoors to going out , you will spend more time in the kitchen than in the table room drinking coffee . I will request you to help me prepare coffee and at times you will help me do the dishes because you are coming of age and are learning to observe what daddy does with mummy. You will hear you friends bragging about their big TVs and come home asking why we don’t have one and we will tell you that we have a study and they don’t because after dinner we read books and build on our English while they watch television. We will teach you to blog instead of watching TV, we will teach you to how to communicate .We will buy you macbooks and ios phones to use on you free time because that’s what rich people do; we listen to each other during family time and we read like there is no tomorrow .
Someday , God willing we will send you to Upenn(University of Pennsylvania) for your undergraduate to pursue a course of your choice and you will tell us to come visit you once in a while and we will bring you Kenyan cuisine; mukimo etc if they allow such at the airport and when you are through with your further studies you will bring invite us for your graduation and you will introduce us to a fine looking lady and tell us that she is the one and I will ask you “the one who did what?” since I can’t bring myself to terms with the fact that you will always be my boy and I will always be your first love and when you say that “the one I will marry!” I will be happy for you son since you found love and your father will be all over you with hugs and heavy handshakes buy honestly I will not be fine. I will have myriads of questions running through my mind like; will she make you happy?, will she take good care of you? But with time I will learn to love her because you do and also for who she is and when you marry her and things don’t work out as they should have, make them work until you both think you need our help and we will chip in. let her be the only shoulder you can cry on for I let myself be your shoulder when you grew up. For what it’s worth, love her and show her everyday that you do, but remember I will never lose my feelings for my son, For that’s what we ladies want . I will be your mummy everyday from sun up till sun down take good care of me when am old and grey. There is so much to talk about , we will catch up when daddy is not around.
I love you Son, deuces.
Yours faithfully; Mummy.