To my dear son,
It’s not that I can’t carry your bag for you. I can and would love to do so. In fact, as a mother I wouldn’t want you to experience any discomfort, especially while you’re still this little nugget.
But then again as a mother, and an aspiring responsible one at that, I would want you to learn how to deal with discomfort in your own way. And most importantly, as a mother of a male child, I would love to watch you learn how to carry your own weight. Because today, it’s only a bag, but as you grow, you’ll carry so much weight (like all adults do) which you will feel tempted to throw around, if not taught otherwise.
I would hate to see you throwing your weight around at people who form a part of your circle. Any weight for that matter. Emotional, physical, or that of privilege. So let’s start young. I’ll let you carry your weight from now, while I assure you, that I’ll be right next to you, to pick you up (in whatever way you need to be picked up), and carry you (while I still can)!
I love you.
Yours truly,
Mumma!