Dear Son,
I'm not sure if you will remember this, but i've always called you Boo. I called you this for a couple of reasons. It started when you were just a baby and we would play a kind of peek-a-boo, and you would get so excited and yell Boooo. It was very cute, then later, you were my little Buddha and so it became short for Buddha.
Now would be a good time to explain why I called you Buddha. For a while I think you actually thought your name was Buddha, because when you would see a statue of Buddha you would say, its a Buddha like me. That was also very cute.
I started to call you Buddha mainly because you truly brought out the Buddha nature in me. So you were my own personal Buddha. It is through you that I learned to feel again, to have compassion, patients and true understanding. You gave me a reason to overcome anger and reach for enlightenment. You saved me from myself just by you being there.
So you were and still are my Buddha. My enlightened mind.
This brings me to my next point. I was always very confused about the story of Sidhartha, the one we call Buddha. In the story he was born a prince and was sheltered from all forms of suffering. Then as an adult he ventured out of the palace gates and encountered suffering for the first time. When he returned he asked his father about what he had seen. His father told him that all creatures will age, get sick and eventually die. This upset Sidhartha a great deal, he asked if that would happen to him and his wife. His father answered yes. Later Sidhartha discovered that his wife was going to have a baby and they had a son. It was then that Sidhartha left to seek enlightenment to overcome suffering.
That part of the story always bothered me. I couldn't imagine leaving you for the sake of enlightenment, when you were in many ways my connection to it. Then however when I was taken out of your life it all made sense to me. I realized that Sidhartha had an awakening. He realized that he had nothing to give his son, he had no answer to the suffering that his son would eventually face. I believe that was his motivation. Much like you have been my motivation. So I tried to do what he did, I have sought enlightenment.
My hope is that one day when you find me, or I find you, I will have something to give you. I will be able to shed some light on the suffering here on earth and have some truth that will help you get through it.
These letters are part of that. I'm sure if Sidhartha would have had a blog, he would have done the same for his son.
I love you Buddha
Caleb Storms