When I have spent time with you, the few times that I've been lucky to do so, I have felt like I didn't really need to be anywhere else. Were it not for social propriety, I probably would have just moved in that first time you made us dinner. I mention this because I felt like you took me in as if I were .... family. So imagine, just imagine, how amazing it's going to feel for your child? Amazing. I was so impressed with you both and regret not being closer to you to become closer friends with you both.
You two create home and love and welcoming and intimacy immediately, and anyone fortunate to be part of that is blessed. I wish you both the best of luck now and in the future, and I congratulate you, and well, it's obvious now that I have come to totally love you in the short time that I've known you.
This may betray my clearly unsophisticated taste in poetry, but I just love this Shel Silverstein poem because it reminds me that parenting, or rather, ageing, seems to be as much about learning as it is about teaching. So I leave it here with you. And I hope I see you soon.
All my love,
Urmila
The Little Boy and the Old Man
By Shel Silverstein
Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”
Said the old man, “I do that too.”
The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”
“I do that too,” laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, “I often cry.”
The old man nodded, “So do I.”
“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seems
Grown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
“I know what you mean,” said the little old man.
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