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THE BIRTH OF MY SON HAS BEEN THE MOST POWERFUL EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE. I CAN NEVER FORGET HIS FIRST PIERCING WAIL WHICH WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS. AT LAST ALL WAS WELL. PEACE ENGULFED ME. BUT WITH IT HAD COME A GREAT REALIZATION THAT BRINGING A NEW LIFE TO THIS WORLD MIGHT BE THE GREATEST MIRACLE OF THIS EXISTENCE.
When my baby was first given to me, I was so overwhelmed. It was such a poignant moment. Finally, after months of waiting, I was holding this bundle of joy who had become to me the most beautiful thing on earth. When it finally sank in that I had become a mother, came great worry as to how I would look after such a tiny human being. Because honestly however many books and articles you may read about taking care of new borns, you are never really prepared for the real thing. I was so scared. What if I drop the baby or break something.
Every day since then has been an enlightening experience. He seems flawless to me. People say that he looks like his dad but he has my eyes. But I feel his eyes are more deep and beautiful and have totally captivated me. When he looks at me, it seems he is looking directly into my soul.
Slowly and surely I came to know his moods, his pattern of sleep or lack thereof. Because my son hardly sleeps for 8 hours a day and never at night. In fact all the new things that he has learnt have been at night. He is most active during this period when I am totally fatigued and desperately praying to every deity I can remember to make my son fall asleep. Till date it has not happened. If you guys know any special mantra, kindly share. My heart felt thanks are already with you. Sometimes I am unsettled by the purity of my love for this sweet little cherub. Its intensity shakes me to the core. Day by day I am realizing what my mom meant when she said that I would understand what a mother is when I have a child of my own. This has been her parting shot to almost all the arguments we have had over the years regarding my clothes, my friends, my school, my college, my marriage and so on. You are right Ma, as always. I am starting to understand what it is to feel for another person with every fibre of my being.
As the months have progressed so have his activities. Whenever I see him do something new, my heart swells with joy. He has recently learnt to somersault. In fact, he loves it so much that he is never lying down straight. He sleeps on his stomach, just like his father. The similarity is very endearing. He has begun to make sweet incomplete words and we are eagerly waiting to hear his first sentence. My husband and I had a bet going on what his first word would be- ma or pa. Well, his father has won but I was not far behind.
Sometimes, my heart constricts with sadness when I think that my baby will not always remain so. He will grow up and will have to face the unending hurdles of this world and we will not always be there to protect him. I want to teach him so much, help him become an exemplary human being but this is best left for another day.
For now, everyday is a blessing.