Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Sweet my child, I live for thee!

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I am a mother…There in that one line I have summed up all that I need to write about – Love, Adventure and Miracle. Being a parent is the one of the most exhilarating and heart wrenching adventure of them all. About 90% of the time, I feel like I am standing at the edge of a precipice, anxiously waiting to see what my little devil will do next…and mind you he doesn’t disappoint. There is never a sense of anti-climax when he is around, no matter how much you wish for it.
A baby is a miracle. Wanted, unwanted, planned, unplanned – these words become insignificant at the sight of this amazing creation. No matter how much science tries to de-glamorize the whole procedure, I am still in awe. To think that I can create a living, breathing person, who is unique, yet so similar is amazing. Now if that isn’t the greatest miracle of all time, then I don’t know what is!
My love affair with my son wasn't quiet the love at first sight that I had heard so much about. Yet in the span of then next 18hours he had me eating out his teeny tiny palm. I would happily get up at all odd hours if that was what his majesty desired - without so much as a murmur. I, who loved my slumber and would viciously attack anyone who dared to disturb it, was now a very happy zombie and loving every minute of it. Those trusting, admiring eyes; that beautiful smile (no it wasn't gas, he was smiling at me!); that firm finger wrapped around mine - they carried me away on a wave of emotion unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It felt good, damn good...and I never wanted it to stop.
Once I realised that I had a living breathing child and that he was healthy, I thought to myself - "I'm so glad that is over. Now we can all go home and rest!!" Hah!! What an innocent creature I was!! Little did I know that my adventure had just begun. All I had to do was hold on tight and pray that while I hurtled into motherhood at the speed of light (time flies when you have kids), I would emerge with all my faculties intact. I thought that was the least I could ask for...sometimes the Present Me just wants to look at the Past Me and say - "Really woman, were you that naive!! Shouldn't those puppy eyes and your desire to please have been warning enough?"
It has been almost five years since he moved lock, stock and barrel into my heart and I know he is going nowhere. I have also come to realise that I need him more than he will ever need me - a fact that I think he is also very aware of. His smiles and hugs have more healing power than any holistic or spiritual healer alive and this isn't just mummy brain (inability to see and think past your child) talking...I suggest all of you try it for yourself. The unconditional love and joy in them will beat the crap out of any sadness in you and make you want to smile right back at them.

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