Why have a kid, somebody asked recently. Why indeed. Sleepless nights, tolerating tantrums, fussy eating, mess, cleaning them again n again thruout the day, playing games n reading them the same boookk again n again. You name it
But for me its beeen unconditional love I experienced tht I hadnt before. The immense pride I feeel everytime she attempts the smallest of things. The infinite joy wen she comes running to climb up in my arms. The tenderness as I watch her sleep, or give me a smile or hugs or blow kisses or giggle when I tickle her or the mischief or curiosity in her eyes, the clear ring of laughter. Its the uncontrollable desire to do the absolute best like nothing I hv ever done before for her. Its d magical feeeling to watch her grow bit by bit, day by day, step by step. Its d feeeling of absolute determination tht wil never let nething harm her n if at all it wil make her stronger. Its all d growin up I hv had to do frm knwing tht I m responsible for a life. Its all this and much more. For being called by various names lik mom, mums, mommie, or sometimes tht lovely feeeling wen ur kid calls out ur name n says tht my Mummy and I love u very much spreading her arns wide apart.
Blesssed Mom
