Often, I look at her surprised, feeling am I running out of memory space? There’s a lot that I want to carry along till the end of time. Every second, she gives me a new experience and every word from her mouth is a poem.
It’s been 2 years now and the journey has been too long, to recall where we started. But still the first look at her face, her first smile, her first step, first word… They echo in my mind even if she's just a room away!
Time and again, I plan to start writing diary and letters to her, but in vein. May be, keeping too occupied with stuff she hates me doing.
At every phase, you feel nothing is going to be more pretty, but day after day things are becoming incredibly special…. I loved to hear her sputter a word, and when I hear a complete sentence from her, it makes me go crazy…
She can now roam around freely, without fear.. picks me up if I stumble, she already corrects me if I sing wrong and laughs at me, if I forget or miss out something.
What would ever be more rewarding than being a mother of a wonderful angel, who’s not just my daughter, my doll, my insight, but my life, my world, my everything.
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