Some day’s back, I went through an article, revealing a part of my thought that was never before explored. I live a normal life as any parents do. Doing everything I can for my baby and when now thought upon, expecting her to be grateful in her future for my so-called ‘selfless deeds’. But now, after that article was read, I realize that it is rather I who has to be thankful to my baby for helping me undergo this transition, I am undergoing now.
Surfing through web pages for general baby caring tips, my eyes caught a page that was nothing out of the ordinary. Its bold black title saying, “I love my baby” convinced me to just look through it. But every word I came across touched my deepest motherly emotion, taking me to a height from where I could see what my baby was doing for me.
Babies are an absolute magic of nature with the perfect amount of perfection in charisma, innocence and everything magical. Before my thoughts were altered, if I were asked to describe a baby, I would say, “Cute, innocent and sweet”. But when asked to describe a mother, I would have had infinite words to say. May be its because I being a daughter, see my mother do anything and everything for my mere smile.
I didn’t mind my sleepless nights and many such situations I faced, to make my baby happy. Every time I did something for her, all I thought was about her comfort and happiness. But what did I know that my baby, as she grew, was transforming me from a girl to a complete woman.
Her incapability to do anything on her own taught me responsibility. How better can anyone learn to be responsible than looking after a baby? Thinking and doing things for her, automatically made me mature. Her inefficiency to categorize right from wrong helped me be more vigilant, involving and observing. But the biggest part is yet to come. I never realized before that a baby who doesn’t know anything, literally anything, would know to love his/her mother more than her.
As with me, at times, TV shows or any other work I do, carries me away forgetting, for a moment though, about my baby; but she has never forgotten to have a glance at me, even if she is indulged in her most favorite activities. On occasion, amongst my busiest days, I fail to see those innocent eyes gazing and smiling at me; but I haven’t seen her miss even my single smile. Also, when our eyes meet, before my reflexes jump towards her, I see her charging into my arms irrespective of what comes between us. Tears literally rolled off my eyes as I realized it. I was also happy that I love my mom more than she does.
I sat back on my chair looking at my baby who was having a sound sleep besides me. I was feeling an indescribable emotion for her. “My little sweet heart” I thought as tears rolled off my cheeks, “Blessed with a baby as you, I am more than overwhelmed to love you beyond myself. Thank you for being mine.” Saying so I gave her a sweet soft kiss on her cheeks. Moaning slowly she turned to me, placing her delicate little soft hand on me and went back to her dreams.
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