Letter to you

Hey Az, you’re now 16 months old. I measured you the other day and you stood 81cm. As your aunt Peggy said, your adult height will be twice that when you’re 18 months old. Guess I’ll know the truth of this theory when you’re 18 years old.

You learn so quickly. I’m simply amazed at your Vietnamese…counting from 1 to 10, and other words that I don’t even know,but now I do, thru learning from you.

You call me ‘Dada’, and laugh when you call me ‘BB’. You’re actually making jokes at 16 months old. Don’t ever change that. From the day you were born, I know you’re a happy child…bringing happiness to people around you. No one taught this to you, it’s a gift. I’m writing this little thing about you coz one day, when you’re much older, when I tell you about your childhood, you know it’s something we’ve shared before. Or, if dada loses his memory, this will serve as a reminder of the joy you’ve given me.

Oh, one more thing. You tire everyone out. Your boundless energy is so infectious though. Everyone just seems to be more lively around you.

Ok, just a few words to let you know a little about you when you’re a toddler. Dada will try and write more over the course of your growing up.

Dada loves you heaps, and so does everyone around you. Muuaak.

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The firsts

The many firsts that you gave to us, those were precious moments. Until today, your mom and I still talk about it. I remembered the very first time you smiled at me, that was a few minutes after you were born. And that first look when you opened your eyes.

Your mom heard our first laughter about 3 weeks ago, and I heard it just yesterday. These moments we don’t forget.

As you slowly blossom into the person that you are, we’ll be seeing lots of firsts, and they’ll all be in etched in our memories for far longer than that infinite moment. We’ll be eagerly looking forward to hearing your first word, whether it’s going to be ‘mama’ (I suspect it will) or ‘papa’. But which ever word it is, it’ll be the most precious word you’ll utter.

We’ll be seeing your first roll on the bed, or off the bed, we’ll be witnessing your step on your own. I can already imagine my own disbelief when I see you stand up by yourself, and subsequently probably falling down. Let’s hope it’s not too hard of a thud.

Further down the years, I’ll be walking you to your first class, and for you to introduce us your first friend, and perhaps not too distant a future, your first word written.

While all the photos that we took have been seen over and over again, it is still the first shot of you that forever will be the cover page.

It is often said the first thought is the truest and your many firsts are truly the truest of feelings that we have in witnessing them. It is of joy, bliss, power and humbleness. Thank you, my sweetie pie.

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Peace Out
T.Y. Liu

Witnessing Life – The birth


3 weeks ago, I witnessed the most amazing thing ever, your birth.

Your mom felt the all-defining 10-minute-apart contractions for a couple hours early morning. Strangely, we were both pretty calm about the whole thing. At around 8am, we went to the hospital, as advised by her gynecologist. Upon checking up, we were told that you weren’t ready to come out yet, at least not till the water burst. Here we were, caught in a dilemma; to go or not to go. An executive decision was made; we stayed. Lo and behold, the water did burst and we had our first meeting, face to face, at 2:35pm.

I was there for every moment of your arrival. Holding your mom’s hand and doing what I possibly could, which was to say not much, with your mom doing most of the work, I stood witnessing every step of your journey to planet earth.

You must think it’s silly, but the first thought I had when the doctor was delivering you was “where’s the nose and eyes?” coz little did I know you came out face down and I was seeing the back of your head.

“She’s purple!!!” were the first words that came out of my mouth when you laid on your mom’s belly. You were so tiny, yet, I knew you are a strong girl. The obstetrician passed me a pair of scissor and I proceeded to cut your umbilical cord. While you became physically free, the bond that binds could never be stronger in that moment.

Thereafter, you were being whisked away to be cleaned and tidied up. I had then some moments to check to see if your mom was doing ok, and that she was under the best possible care from her doctor. After, we had a few moments alone.

Looking at you, I felt a sense of peace descending, an inner calm, at peace. The outward manifestation of joy couldn’t come near to describing the emotional jubilation I felt, but all the same, I was beaming from ear to ear.

Your god-daddy, Terry, came to see you and he was beaming from ear to ear too. I guess that perhaps you are meant to bring joy to everyone you meet. Well, that’s good enough for me.

Oh, by the way, your name is Azzura.