A caterpillar poem mama wrote to you

My dearest girl,

Not until you come to my world have I realized that the saying that “babies are the most beautiful creature on the planet” is out-and-out correct. You seems to naturally emanate a sort of enchantment that make our eyes glued on you. Your dad and I are deeply attracted and could gaze at you all day.

Your tiny body (compared to ours, though you are already a bigger-sized little girl than your peers) is delicate yet flexible: you already knows how to use you fingers to play some mystic tricks to indicate your thoughts, whimsical ideas we yet to understand. And you learn to murmur indecipherable sounds that belong to the mystic language of you little angels. I read you the poems I wrote in the morning, you especially like this one and give me enthusiastic response by wiggling joyfully and laughing. I can tell you have enjoyed mama’s amateur writing:

I am a little caterpillar

I like crawling on the ground

Yesterday was fun

Will today be fun?

Will tomorrow still be fun?

I don’t know

I just wanna try it out.

My baby, sometimes you are a little headache. Like yesterday you caused me to shed some torrential tears while I called your dad to seek solace. It is your sleeping habits: you only sleep sound on mom’s chest. Once you are put down on bed, you, sly as a little vigilant fox, would immediately wake up and cry from lower voice to deafening magnitude if not being immediately picked up. Mom would never grow tired of hugging you. But mom also needs to take some rest and teach you how to sleep into dreams on your own. So in situations when anyone unintentionally interrupt your sleep, I tend to become touchy and edgy. I would become a mother tiger and bite.

My lovely, I believe there must be some unexplainable fate or link that bond us together. You are born into a Chinese family, black hair, yellow complexion. There are other families all over the world: European, American, African…We differ in some aspects, such as languages, looking, customs. But basically, we possess shared features as human and can experience similar emotional feelings: happiness, sadness, awe, grief, love etc.

The fate, like the shellfish pushed onshore by ceaseless tides, must be prearranged. Your dad and I are modern people free of superstitious conceptions, we mostly trust science as a resort to solve most of the problems. However, there are some occasions that we believe cannot be justified by mere science or mankind’s existing knowledge.

For example, my meeting with your dad is proved to be an amazing coincidence. Your dad is a buddhist, I, although have not yet converted to any religion, tend to believe there are some superior powers that dominate and supervise the universe. The principles of life and balance cannot be violated. When you grow up, you will encounter many other religious beliefs, and at that time you can choose what you want to believe, be it Buddhism, Christianity or just follow your heart and trust your own judgment.

Upon this writing, you are in a sound sleep. Mom hopes you sleep into sweet dreams and maybe wander into a wonderland.