To My Harry

I wish more than anything that our birth wasn't forced, I wish your tongue tie was diagnosed, I wish I was supported so I could have given you what you needed, I wish I read more. For a long time I have felt that we weren't a good fit, but actually, I've learnt that you're an old soul, you've been here before and you just needed me to slow down and wait for you to catch up.

You ask me the same questions every day, I wonder if you ever remember the answers I give you, but when you passionately talk to me about the Victorian architecture we spoke about 6 months ago I know that you listen, and I understand that you just like to shoot the breeze.

As I watch you sleep on the night of your 7th birthday I remember our struggles and the difficulties we encountered. You were sent to strengthen me, and you have. I've felt painful guilt, I've felt utter sadness, I've felt frustration and loneliness, but you've taught me to love, you've helped me find my fight and you've taught me how to be a better person. Our relationship will always be colourful, but colourful relationships are the most passionate.

Thanks for helping me find my groove Harry, for what it's worth, I think we are a pretty good team.