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7 Happy happies to my not-so-little love!

My darling boy,

You're turning 7 years old soon!!! I really don't know where the time flew by... It seems just yesterday when you were born, or maybe when you started playschool, or even when you started 'Big' school. You've filled my life with soooooo many experiences that its hard to keep track sometimes.

This past year with you has been great fun as ever... but more importantly, its been very rewarding for me. I can see signs of my lifelong dream coming true - I always wanted my relationship with my child to be that of friends... equals even. I know its tougher on the parents than children - but why would i set an easy task for me anyways :)

This year i had many moments of discussing life with you. When we lost Shilpi in October and you saw me breaking down completely, you didnt shy away from giving me a long and loving hug. I was rather worried that it might scar you in some way - but was so relieved to see that you understood that mamma was in great pain over losing her sister. We discussed her many times post that. How she's a star in the sky now, how Avi and KV bhaiyya must be feeling without her and maybe we can do small things to help them.

I loved it when you spent time with naanu reading out the scores from the cricket matches on TV screen - did you know he gave you the nickname of Narottam Puri who was a very renowned cricket commentator :)

i loved it when you hugged Tanu didi when she was leaving and both of you told each other that you'll meet again soon. you were so upset at leaving her but then understood that our lives are in different places but we carry each other in our hearts always.

This year was also full of your sporting instincts getting honed - you are doing so well in Golf and Swimming both that you make papa and me very proud of your efforts. It puffs me up when i am told by anyone i meet - Oh you're Ruaan's mom - he's doing so well.
but believe me it makes me even prouder when that statement is followed by - He's such a good kid, listens to his teachers and really tries very hard to excel at what he's doing.
My love - thats all i ask really. That you try. Try your best. Give it all. Dont look for shortcuts when they're not needed. Life is worth much much more than that -  give it the respect it should get.

We now sit and chat about things which are on our mind to each other - in fact we have our nightly ritual which is absolutely the best time of the day for me. We read from a book (mostly i read!!) and then we put the light off and lie down and cuddle and call it our chat time. Sometimes we actually decide to skip the reading time to be able to spend more time on chatting. You tell me of things in your day or sometimes some questions on your mind... i tell you about things which i liked or didnt like about you and how i think it affects me or you or your friendships. I treasure those times with you my love... its as transparent and trusting as it can be... I really wish that we can continue this for as long as i am alive...

Be good and kind and always willing to learn... there's so much in this world to understand and explore and till i can - i would love to be a part of that journey with you..

All my love - my sweetheart...
Ma

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