Soham's 5th

 With every passing year, a door is about to close.

A door to a time I had cherished so dearly, the days when I could still hoist and carry his tired body against my own.

Because sometimes raising our children feels like that, like a long hallway of doors.

One and then another and another and on – stretching out farther than we can see.

A vast corridor of firsts and lasts and all the spaces in the middle.

The first roll overs, the first crawls and the first steps. The last time they fell asleep in our arms. Those sweetest first words.. The last time we sang the ABC song. The first time we dropped them off at pre-school.

Between each door exists a season, a stage, sometimes simply a fleeting moment.

But then again and again, their hand reaches forward, clutches the knob, and opens the door welcoming in a new milestone, a new chapter… and in doing so, the door behind them gently falls closed.

It’s both a breath-taking beautiful joy, and a deep soulful ache. And we make sure to take it all in.

I paused the door today for a brief moment as my baby passed another beautiful year crossing innumerable doors in between.

As we cherish and celebrate him today, I pray that his path is always guided by Shree Shree Thakur with kindness, empathy and courage.

Happy Birthday Soham.

You are pure magic and I hope you stay as awesome as you are today!

Love,

Mimme, Papa and Diya