In this big world, we are obsessed with the big things. Big cars, big houses, big promotion, big increment. But in that race for the big I have paused and found the joy of small. My little son. Little fists, tiny fingernails, cute feet with curled toes. Tiny nose, wispy eyelashes, tufts of hair and those amazingly small clothes.Fleeting gummy smiles when I sing to him. Tiny everyday amazement. Kisses and hugs in abundance.
I became a mother with the usual fear and trepidation. It was an unknown game and I was totally unsure of the rules. But in the past 7 weeks my son has made me fall headlong in love with him. If I sit back and think, there isn't much I receive from him except for a lot of backbreaking work and screams. Yet, it's those rare moments of perfect joy which makes me go on. Mornings when he coos at me. The way his eyes follow me all the time. A sudden smile when i sing and dance in front of him. A look of wonder when he sees something new. His totally worryless expression while he sleeps. The way he gets startled when I sneeze (hehe).
I couldn't have imagined that such feelings were possible. Seems like a floodgate of emotions has opened.
My Li'l Shourya, my baby Rishi, My Butu, I love you.
I became a mother with the usual fear and trepidation. It was an unknown game and I was totally unsure of the rules. But in the past 7 weeks my son has made me fall headlong in love with him. If I sit back and think, there isn't much I receive from him except for a lot of backbreaking work and screams. Yet, it's those rare moments of perfect joy which makes me go on. Mornings when he coos at me. The way his eyes follow me all the time. A sudden smile when i sing and dance in front of him. A look of wonder when he sees something new. His totally worryless expression while he sleeps. The way he gets startled when I sneeze (hehe).
I couldn't have imagined that such feelings were possible. Seems like a floodgate of emotions has opened.
My Li'l Shourya, my baby Rishi, My Butu, I love you.
