Dear Baobao,
You may have noticed I didn’t write you a letter last week. I didn’t forget, I just didn’t have the time on Sunday which is when I usually do it. What was I so busy doing? Hanging out with you!
Last Sunday was one of the few times your mother went out and did something social for fun. And in case you were interested in what that might be, it was seeing a the Harry Potter play in town with a couple of friends. It was actually two plays that spanned nine hours with intermissions and a dinner break…which is a typical length of day your mother spends with you on a daily basis, but obviously one of the longest periods I would’ve watched you by myself.
It all went fine; we went to the park, went for a swim, and even paid your mother a visit at a Nandos during their dinner intermission where you proceeded to throw all your peas to the ground and more worryingly for me, not take any of your mother’s milk because that was supposed to hold you over until your dream feed.
I was happy your mother went out and did something fun because I often feel like it’s not fair for me to be out doing stuff on my own whether it’s going to the gym or staying out for a drink after a work event. Your mom is at home all day on the weekdays and is busy hustling for her blog on the weekends…it’s basically all work for her all the time. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that I’m filled with guilt about it, but there are shades of that feeling – should I also be working everyday of the week (work on weekdays and watching you on weekends)? (I also want to apologize that I’m calling it work to watch you, but as rewarding and fun as it is, it’s draining!)
All that being said, we still all find time to have laugh and have fun together. We enjoy our family walks to the park (especially Kili), eating together, attempting to lounge around in bed, and looking at old photos of you.
One thing that I’ve learned over the years is what I tend to remember: difficult periods, the feelings characterized by my mood in a particular setting (e.g., old work places, college), and the random inconsequential times, which I’ve been accumulating a lot of in recent months. I look forward to more!
Love,
Baba
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