By now，you should have finished reading all the stories. I thought I’d write down something for you，as this would be the first book that your dad and I give to you. It won’t be the last，and you should know that books are good. Your mom loves them，simple or complex.
Of course，the things that I will write about now，are things that I will hopefully lead and guide you to know throughout your life(or at least the part that I am responsible for taking care of). You are not even one year old，and the thought of you growing up already starts to hurt. As your father says，sometimes，I can be a little sensitive.
But I guess，my dear son，it is never a bad idea to put down some words because as you will see one day，we often lose track of what we really believe and think. As a beginner-mom，I have already lost my temper on smallest things such as your dad letting his friends feed you apple juice…it’s a miracle that you didn’t get sick. I can now see why my mom，your grandma，used to say that mothers’job is to be always aware of how bad we can be. So yes，my dear son，I guess this is for me as well as for you.
You are 163 days old on the date of this note. Your father and I are planning to give this to you when you are seven，so you can read on your own with fewer problems. But you see，I’ve already bought this book and started imagining the day，just like how we look forwards to(while also nervous about)every stage of your life. If you’re reading this on your seventh birthday，or maybe a few years later(depending on how quick you learn)，you should know that your mom is writing this，bearing in mind what I would like the seven-year-old myself to hear and hold for the years to come. And I trust you to be a cleverer boy than I ever was.
Childhood has been distant for me，my baby boy. It is something that you are lucky to be in right now. What’s more wonderful is that you still have a long way to go. I know you will soon start feeling the urge to grow up，as I did when I was at your age. But if there is one thing that I would tell the little girl I once was，it would be to cherish everything you have as a child，alongside all your imaginations. Your mom，no matter how boring I look nowadays，used to lay on the grass，stare at the clouds，and think about the conversations held between those white dogs and horses all the time. If you want to share news about your toys，or maybe the friends that no one else can see，I want you to know that I’m always here to listen.
The stories that you have read so far，they don’t just come in the shapes of colourful images. Of course，there are dancing dolls，singing flowers and chatty ducks，fairies in the woods and scary evils that will probably give you some nightmares(do come to us when you can’t sleep，ok? but only when you really can’t). As you would have known by now，there are also horrible things that happen in stories. There are bad guys and even people dying sometimes，just like how life will unravel in front of you.
How do I describe life，my beloved boy? I do not for one second assume that a boy senses the strangeness of the world less than adults do. In fact，I think that we grown-ups sometimes see less of the world because we have accepted it just a little bit too much，hence ceasing to see how original it can be. When it comes to this，your dad is one of the bravest person I’ve ever met. He challenges many，but also allows his believes to be changed，and fight for what’s proved most right in the end. It is a virtue that you will learn to value as you get older. For this，I forever love him as my husband，as your father，and as my best friend.
Your grandmother once wrote something on the back of a book for me as well. She said that a mother should have expectations for the children，otherwise she will not be a good parent. She could be strict sometimes. I wish that you had a chance to meet her，but as it is，I miss her strictness very much. You are too little and too purely gorgeous for me to put down any expectation now. I feel that it is a sin to hope that I should mould you into something particular，especially when I look at your curious eyes. So I think，I’d rather share with you a few things to expect and look for in the future，now that you are seven and have already stepped into the first world of yours— a school. And as I said，you definitely have the look of an explorer.
As you grow up，my son，things can get a little…confusing. I wish these won’t happen to you often，but sometimes you will lose things that make you feel safe，and people will leave you or treat you badly for no apparent reasons at all. I want you to remember，Harry，that this is not your fault. Mom spent most of my teen years in a school(that you will probably join in one day)，and I’ve seen，even in a supposedly homely environment，events that were unpleasant and happened for no good cause. Both your dad and I have been responsible for some hurts…but that is the thing，my son. Sometimes it is other people’s doing，sometimes you have a part in it as well(I trust you to know what to do when that is the case)，and sometimes it’s nobody’s blame at all. It’s just people don’t see things the same way. However，that is also the wonderful side of humans，because we are sometimes a little…silly. If you’re honest enough，that silliness will push you to listen to others，and in doing so，you will find frictions and bonds that are more truthful than anything else.
You will find friends，and good ones. I have no doubt of this，as your father and I are both blessed with it. Trust me，sometimes I am a little jealous of your godfather，but how much joy and the support he brought him！Things that I cannot and do not intend to be the one to provide. Because，Harry，friends give you something that is all too special. Different from us，they will accompany you as you work to find out who you are，and stay with you for the answer you give to that. They may understand you much better than we do，and for that reason，hold onto your good friends，and they will give you power in the time of need. And though I know that you will be a strong boy，do not ever think that you will have to do everything alone. Be cautious about who you are getting close with. Once you know you can spare them some trust，lean on them just like you would lean on us.
You will find sorrows and angers，alongside happiness and fulfilments. They come side-by-side，so don’t be scared of any. Sometimes they may drive you to unwanted places，but there are always some truths in them. Life is born out of wounds and conflicts. The galaxies would not form，if one star does not collide into another; flowers wouldn’t blossom if a branch does not break the vain. Stay truthful to yourself，and learn from every tear you drop what it is that you truly want，and what it is that you find right. The stories that you have read，same with all the things you will hear，they have lessons to teach us. Remember them in case of need，but to see which ones you want to sign your life with，you need only to look into your heart.
You will also find love. It is one single，most mysterious and powerful strength in the world. Us and your friends will be a constant source of it，and in a few years probably，just like I met your dad，you may meet someone special. That is the kind of love that will either make you a whole or tear you apart. Nevertheless，it will introduce you to infinite possibilities in our souls，and somewhere in the world，somebody will wake up every morning in the wait to meet you. By now，you may not understand what this means except in the stories of princes and princesses. Yet remember this：being loved brings us happiness and cures，but only loving makes us beyond who we are.
Pains and disappointments exist among us，so do flowers and cakes，beautiful legends and fairy tales. This world is the first and last gift you will ever receive; whatever adventures you are destined to embark on，be brave，Harry，always be brave. In the end，you will need courage to chase and fight for what you find most precious to you. So remember to look up to the source of light，of hope，and remember why you are fighting and who you are fighting for. When you are down，remember the people around you. And no matter where I am in the world，Harry，I will always be with you. Know this，as knowing your name.
