Mother of a 22 months old I am.
A bundle of joy. A small packet of wonder. A little scoundrel in the making. A naughty little cutie pie. My dear little Krishna.
With the smile that charges my day, he is the reason I am happy everyday. He is the reason for my being. He makes me feel like I am the luckiest in the world.
Dear sweetypie... You make me feel like I am God's favorite child for having given me, YOU.
Though he has added a lot of adventure to everyday, he still makes me feel special. My nights have turned shorter and days have turned longer. He shouts like thunder in my ears and cries like rain in my eyes. Chews his food like there is all day to swallow it. Runs around like he has worn skates on feet. Every chore is a challenge with him. I find solution for the challenge and there he sets the challenge to the next level. I discover new levels of patience in me everyday. On the whole, life has turned crazy.
However, by all means, I am actually loving it every moment. :)
Sometimes I feel it's such a big responsibility on my shoulders. God has chosen me to have the pleasure of bringing up this child. I have the greatest gift of teaching him about the world, about life, about everything around. And hence, I better be doing only the right things, for he is watching me always. He watches me, copies me and learns most of my actions
A lot of questions I have to myself and to the Almighty. A lot to know on how to groom him into an independant, intelligent, bold gentleman with a healthy body and healthy mind. How to break things down to his level and teach him the right things. How to protect him from the wrongs and how to teach him to act righteous in this world. Will I be able to succeed in passing on the values and morals I have learned, to him.
I search into me for answers. I ask to the Lord to guide me the right way. All burdened and worried, I look back at my experiences in life and see if there are answers for any... None to clear my mind. None to give me a better idea. None to make me feel better.
Atlas, I look at my baby doll with a sigh of failure. Baby, I hope I am able to be the mother I want to be, what You will want me to be. I hope I prove right for God's decision of sending you to me.
And then like a storm of happiness and a lightening of clarity, you smile.
And I get answers for all. Like a swish of purity and a rain of divinity you washed away all my apprehensions. I lived a magic...
You smiled and that said 'chill ma, you don't need to worry about me. Come on I have you. What else do I need'.
Your soft hands touched me and it said 'You are thinking right ma, what's stopping you. Why fear when I am here?'
You kissed and hugged me and that gave me all the courage to lose the doubts about my capabilities. So many things conveyed without any words.
I knew then, that anytime in my life, I have any question concerning you, I just had to look at you, and you would give me the answer like a breeze, right on my face, without even realizing it and I would receive it without any effort.
There isn't a need to ask anybody. Answers are right there in front of me, wrapped in cuteness and coated with sweetness and cuddled in innocence.
Your belief in me, your love for me and your charm, together gives me the necessary elements to bring out the bold, decisive, and confident mother in me.
That's a magic of God I realized.
May be every answer is there somewhere in my mind and it is just my own conscience clearing my thoughts. Still, its magic because I never knew I had it in me. May be, these are the magical powers that make a mom a 'Super Mom'.
There you are my little darling. I look forward to travel this journey with you, exploring, playing and enjoying it every moment. Just like you, every day is going to be a learning for me too.
Living the magical bond...
Shwetha (as Darsh's mother)
