Thursday, April 17, 2014

A letter to my two year old self from my four year old self

Dear two year old me,
Why did you break all those neat toys by banging them together with your bare hands? You suck. I have nothing to play with now because of you.
Be gentle on yourself. I mean don't keep banging your head against the wall. People tell me I'm a bit weird and I'm sure it's because of you.
Treasure your relationships. The old ayah in your time was so sweet, you chased her away with your bawling, now I'm stuck with this super-strict young thing.
It's ok to not have everything figured out when you're two. Hell, I'm almost 4 now, and even I have doubts about the life path that I have chosen i.e. to be a time travelling astronaut.
Worry as much as you want, but don't let worry run your life. You're more than your anxieties. You have the wall-banging thing, the toy breaking thing and the ayah chasing thing for instance.
Most of all, be yourself. You'll face all sorts of pressures from your family who'll say 'hey, two bucks says my son can make like a goat' or 'hey do that pig face for uncle and aunty if you want a chocolate' but never ever give in.
Lots of love,
Your 4 year old self.