there is something so bitter sweet about seeing you walk.
An urge to gather you up in the arms, willing you not to grow up, ever. not to leave the arms of your parents. to stop you from falling down and hurting yourself, from learning the lessons of life the hard way,
and then there is a pride in seeing that the little one you created is now walking independently. to see that you have the grit to fall and then get back right up. to get hurt and swallow your ego and hurt, and learn to do things right the second time.
This is, probably what the poet meant, when he said
"a smile on her lips and a tear in her eye".
Is there any other way that makes you feel so full, so complete, so much a human being than having a child of your own?
3 comments:
Well written arpz, as usual ! :-)
I am sure this would be a very interesting blog....
Medha, congrats on the first step... wish you all the strength going further. go baby go !!
~Samyak.
Congrats on your new job of 'putting things out of her reach' :D
@Sam - thanks! she started walking almost a month back, just that she doesnt like to be held now :)
@Kanu - yeah. woh silsila to tab se chaaloo hain, jab se she learnt to hold to stuff and stand!! My home looks a lot cleaner now ;-)
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