It was June, 2014, when the doctor brought you out of my tummy, your home for 39 weeks 3 days!
I can’t forget that delicate, sweet, and loving cry I heard when you were pulled out. She held you close to my eyes, between me and the huge OT light. I couldn’t see your face. But felt that instant wave of love arise from the depths of my heart. I yearned to see you, hold you close to my bosom, smell your plump cheeks, and touch your soft hair.
When the nurse brought you to me, wrapped in a maroon cloth, and placed you by my side, my world shrank to the space where you and I lay – the hospital bed. The time froze in that moment of that divine Union, the Union of me with ‘myself’. You were myself, in my arms. I can’t describe that moment in words. The tears of joy that I shed, spoke a thousand words.
That moment I felt weak, a weak mother who feared that even a speck of dust could harm you. I felt protective. At the same time, I felt strong – I had YOU.
Each day and night I guard you like a fierce tigress, love you like crazy, kiss you like mad, weep like a fool, hug you like you are a priced possession. I need nothing more than YOU. You complete my life. You complete me.
Nothing can make me happier than your chimes of laughter. Nothing can hurt me more than your pain. Nothing can make me stronger than your presence in my life.
I love you, my little baby. You will remain little for me even when you hold your own child in your arms. You will be my baby for life, and beyond.
Today you turn one. I am so happy and excited.
On this day, I pray to the Almighty to bless you with the best on earth – a joyous, healthy-peaceful and protected long life. May you always meet good human beings and be surrounded by them. May you grow up honest and good, loving and caring!
May you own a rich life and a rich heart!
In life and after that, you will always be my reason to smile.
Hugs and kisses,