Dearest Dedric Shawn,
I know you are incapable of reading yet. I love you so much and I am so happy having you. And I have regarded your smiles and your coos as your affirmation that you believe this fact.
You are six months now. I wish that you would remain eager to learn new things and be wary of things that could pull you down or harm you. If in doubt, ask first. Do ask for several opinions from different people you trust before you decide. From those, choose your path. As with trust, trust others sparingly. Not all who wear friendly faces are worth your trust. Trust yourself above all, next to the Supreme Being, but be wary of trusting yourself too much. You may be wrong sometimes.
And in times you get amiss and cause hurt, apologize. If your apology fall on deaf ears, rather be mute. If others wrong you, let them be but once or twice. Should a third occur, forgive. But stay out of the wrongdoer's presence thereafter if you can. Prolonging your stay with these kinds of people may cause you to inherit their worthlessness. If you can't, stay still. Snakes bite when they feel threathened.
Stay happy son. Dont let shallow half-truths and disappointments ruin your happy outlook. In sorrow, find whatever optimism there is and the weight of such sadness shall in no time become negligible.
As with dreaming, dream as much as you can. Base your dreams on feasible things first. After which, if you have mastered accomplishing feasible dreams, then you can conceive of more complex dreams.
For every success you gain, remain on the ground. Some people brag so much of their accomplishments and fill their heads with air. So much air makes them float, and yes they become more conspicuous. As such, many would dare to dislodge you of that position. For every chance that they could hole you down, they would do so gradually. And by that time, you shall fall. Falling is painful son. Float if you must, but take heed that even birds take their time to rest on trees - their ground.
I understand that if I continue, this will become a boring litany. So let me leave you a poem I have learned during grade school. I have posted this a long time ago in a different site, but nonetheless, let me repost so that you may memorize this by heart and make it your guideline as you grow up.
Your imperfect father who loves you so much,
rbolsqp
I know you are incapable of reading yet. I love you so much and I am so happy having you. And I have regarded your smiles and your coos as your affirmation that you believe this fact.
You are six months now. I wish that you would remain eager to learn new things and be wary of things that could pull you down or harm you. If in doubt, ask first. Do ask for several opinions from different people you trust before you decide. From those, choose your path. As with trust, trust others sparingly. Not all who wear friendly faces are worth your trust. Trust yourself above all, next to the Supreme Being, but be wary of trusting yourself too much. You may be wrong sometimes.
And in times you get amiss and cause hurt, apologize. If your apology fall on deaf ears, rather be mute. If others wrong you, let them be but once or twice. Should a third occur, forgive. But stay out of the wrongdoer's presence thereafter if you can. Prolonging your stay with these kinds of people may cause you to inherit their worthlessness. If you can't, stay still. Snakes bite when they feel threathened.
Stay happy son. Dont let shallow half-truths and disappointments ruin your happy outlook. In sorrow, find whatever optimism there is and the weight of such sadness shall in no time become negligible.
As with dreaming, dream as much as you can. Base your dreams on feasible things first. After which, if you have mastered accomplishing feasible dreams, then you can conceive of more complex dreams.
For every success you gain, remain on the ground. Some people brag so much of their accomplishments and fill their heads with air. So much air makes them float, and yes they become more conspicuous. As such, many would dare to dislodge you of that position. For every chance that they could hole you down, they would do so gradually. And by that time, you shall fall. Falling is painful son. Float if you must, but take heed that even birds take their time to rest on trees - their ground.
I understand that if I continue, this will become a boring litany. So let me leave you a poem I have learned during grade school. I have posted this a long time ago in a different site, but nonetheless, let me repost so that you may memorize this by heart and make it your guideline as you grow up.
Like the Narra
Forgot the author. :-(
My son, behold this narra tree
Now reaching up to the sky
Three years ago it was so small
I thought that it would die.
Father, how can I grow like the narra,
Upright and very tall?
You need to play outdoors my child
And rise from every fall.
For every day you need good food
And fresh clean milk my son.
You need to laugh, and work and play
And sleep when day is done.
Refrain from drugs that dull the mind
And hate that numbs the heart
Refrain from wine and smoke my child
And health will do its part.
No angry words should pass your lips
No frown shall mark your face
Believe in truth and do no wrong
And God will bless your days.
And like the narra you shall grow
Upright and very tall
Unafraid of wind, rain or storm
A strong and gallant soul.
Your imperfect father who loves you so much,
rbolsqp
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