In few
days you’ll be a year old and although it’s difficult for me to believe a year has passed, your presence in my life makes me realize that you
are growing at a rate faster than I can apprehend.
It just
feels like couple of days before that I was pushing and grunting in the
scorching summer heat of Mangalore in the labor room and after what seemed like
ages you decided to make your grand entry. You literally dropped on to the
delivery table and your pediatrician lifted you gingerly and showed you to me.
There you
were covered in the red gooey stuff, with your skin all shriveled and the only
thought that came to mind was, how beautiful you were. It’s true when they say
that there’s only one beautiful child in the world and every mother has it.
As I
kissed your forehead, I uttered only one sentence, ‘she’s beautiful’. And
beautiful you were, with your tiny hands, your eyes still closed partially,
your soft rosy cheeks and your cherry red lips. I fell in love with you then.
Clicked just minutes after she was born |
But our
love story took time to take flight. It took time for us to bond and although
your mother was exasperated by the new elevated status of motherhood and all
the responsibility that it brings along, I could feel the tug of love towards
you.
Life with
you in this past year has been a roller coaster ride. There have been moments
when I have cried with exhaustion and fatigue. And there were moments when I
have wanted to jump and dance with joy, moments when I was proud of you and some
moments of embarrassments too.
I still
remember the day when you first turned over; the day when you first sat upright
and fell behind; the day when you took your first step or the day when you
first uttered ‘Amma’. I also remember the day when you had your first major
fall and your mouth was covered in blood. I was shaking all over with fear and
did not leave your side the whole day.My favorite chair is hers to occupy now |
I remember
the day when I had to leave you back and had to resume my work. I was crying
and shedding copious tears but you managed without your mother splendidly.
I remember
the first night we had to stay separately and I was sick with worry about you. I
love the way you stay put in my arms when I coo to you and you talk to me in
your garbled vocabulary.Annaprashana (a Hindu ritual that that marks an infant's first intake of food other than milk) |
When I
come home from office I love the way you smile and hug me and refuse to budge
until I pick you up. It gratifies me to think that you miss me too.
A perfect click and one of my favorites too. |
I love the
way when I feed you, your tiny fingers hold my finger as if you are pacified
just by the thought that I am beside you.
I love the
way a smile plays on my lips whenever I think about you in office and the
moment anyone mentions you, I can start a tirade of all your escapades until
the other person has to literally ask me to shut up.
I love the way you have turned my life topsy-turvy and made it more endurable.Life before you, my dear daughter, was good but, after you made your appearance in my life, it is close to perfect.
I love the way you have turned my life topsy-turvy and made it more endurable.Life before you, my dear daughter, was good but, after you made your appearance in my life, it is close to perfect.
cute babies
ReplyDeleteAwww! Sweet moments shared and a sweeter looking baby :)
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ReplyDeleteawwwwww such a cutie!! and u such a proud mom!
ReplyDeleteyour favourite picture is my favourite too. She is such a darling :)Touchwood. And this was a Perfect ode to motherhood. Endearing post Prasanna:)
ReplyDeleteso sweet. touchwood.
ReplyDeleteI really would like to use the 3rd image for a painting of mine, which I chose the theme of Annaprashana! Such a lovely post :D
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