When a child is born a mother is born

A year has passed since he came into my life. 14 months and 2 days to be more precise. Where did all these days go so fast? Just seems like the days of initial trouble have passed with a blink of an eyelid. All those milestones and the firsts are still lingering. Cos I reacted to all those like an excited child, jumping up and down. And without realizing, here I’m mother of a one year old whose naughtiness is growing by the day, who amuses me with his new mannerisms and words, who vanish from one place to another in a matter of just a second. And above all who has inspired me to start writing this blog.

Whenever I visit my mom’s place I’d see the bed and wonder how this tiny-winy thing that was lying next to me just shaking his hands and legs all day crying for food and comfort is now running over it making a mess of things and climbing up and down. Like all mothers I feel happy and proud seeing my baby growing and making sure he grows in a healthy and safe environment. Like all mothers I too am dreaming of bringing him up as a good human being. Like all mothers I too make some small/big sacrifices to bring that smile on my baby’s face.

Well I know that there are more challenges to face but more than seeing those as challenges I want to be a guide and a friend to my boy through his growing up years. My husband says I was born to be a mother.. Well I’ve started thinking that way too but more than that, I see it as a gift from god that needs to be cherished and nurtured.

Love
Swetha