Everlong - Foo Fighters

Hey Will. It’s Mom.

I am 37 weeks pregnant with you and buddy, I am definitely ready to meet you.

For the obvious reasons - I want to hold you, see what you look like, see exactly how much hair caused the bananas amount of acid reflux I had and kiss those chubby little cannoli feet of yours but also because dude - Mama is tired.

According to the doctor, you are a big little man and he thinks it’s best to induce labor a week early so as to avoid you cracking my pelvis like a goddamn walnut.

He may have not said these exact words but it sounds pretty technical and medical, right?

I haven’t written to you for a while and for that, I apologize. We’ve been pretty busy lately, getting ready for your arrival.

Daddy, Nanima, Papa and I worked to set up your nursery and now, you literally have the best room in the house.

We threw a curbside, socially distant baby shower for you in which we all basically melted into the asphalt and your Papa realized that White Claws are actually an alcoholic beverage.

“They taste so good!”
”Yeah. That’s the alcohol….”

And you got a lot of great books that I’ve been reading to you, complete with commentary. Look, buddy. Bilal makes some excellent dal but Mommy’s masoor is even better. And Nanima’s dal? Forget about it - she puts peanuts and curry leaves in it and it’s just amazing.

She’s gonna feed you a lot of dal and rice.

We also took a babymoon to the West Coast where Mommy ate truly excellent cheese and onion enchiladas at Iguana Mia and spent lots of time hanging out in the pool like the world’s roundest tea bag.

All in all, we are trying to make sure that your entry into the world is a peaceful and happy one.

I guess I’m hoping that if you come into the world in peace, love and light - you’ll continue to bring that forth throughout your life.

It’s been a rough year, kiddo and no pressure or anything, but you? You’ve been a flicker of hope ever since February. A paladin of promise and potential. A source of joy - not just for Mommy and Daddy - but for so many people who love you so much.

Hello. I’ve waited here for you. Everlong.

I was listening to that song today - Everlong by Foo Fighters - and it took on a whole new meaning, reframed in the context of your existence.

I wonder when I sing along with you
If everything could ever feel this real forever
If anything could ever be this good again

Mommy has a terrible voice; couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket if I tried but your dad sounds great. We did a karaoke birthday party for him a few years back and he sang Don’t Let Me Down by The Beatles to me. I’m pretty sure I knew I was gonna marry him at that point.

I can’t wait to sing along with you and Daddy - in the car, in the kitchen, at karaoke, shimmying in the checkout line at the grocery store….

I get to be your mom and experience life’s amazing moments with you. My God….how did I get so lucky?

We can’t wait meet you, Will.

I’ll be the tired, sweaty one, Daddy will be the one with the possible fractured hand and emotional trauma from helping me through labor and we will both love you for the rest of our lives.

See you real soon, Little Bird

xoxo