Week 15 - Daughter Diary

"While going through bad times in your life and wondering where God is, just remember that the teacher is always silent during the test." I almost broke into laughter when I read this not because it sounded funny but it was so apt and so relevant. It only reconfirms the fact that books are your best friend. I always wanted to read a lot of books. 

Anyways, my dear daughter has been here with me from last ten days now and there has been no dull moment to say you the least. Her eyes growing more curious about the things around her. She should be left to do what she wants else she would not listen to anyone not even her mom and would deny breastfeeding, the only thing that she eats rather drinks. When she is happy especially in the morning she would smile and coo at anything; this is the best time to play with her. even if she would cough feeding she put her gum-set on display graciously. I do not know why she stays annoyed the entire evenings and make our lives difficult getting around with her. And this has started since she came here. 

Week 15- Daughter Diary 

Fortunately for me I can spend my maximum time with her keeping my search for a new job on. There has not been breakthrough as of now but yes things are moving in the right direction and I am sure this frequent dry spell will soon be over. 

The feeling when your little one grabs your finger with her pink delicate hands, every malice of the world starts to melt. You are transcended beyond the boundaries of the mundane world. Honestly speaking I heard and knew that moms are wonderful people and nothing can ever match the unconditional love moms bestow on their children. I have been witnessing how women change their roles, how from 'any girl' she becomes a mother, a picture of dedication and pure love. How this round the clock vigil the attachment that reaches the levels of hypnotism make her the best being in the universe.

I have seen Rinku crash landing into bed getting dead tired after the day's hard work, after fixing every problem of her baby, her house and of course her husband. She would slump into slumber in no time and would get up as soon as her baby just coos. She would know exactly when her nappy needs to be changed and when in the middle of the night she needs to be fed because she might feel uncomfortable with an empty stomach and a dry throat. At times I see her rocking her in her lap I never know at what hour of the night. She has as if completely forgotten herself and dedicated her life to her baby girl. 

I do not stand a chance here and I salute her. I salute all the moms of the world and respect my mother more. How she must have taken care of me and how careless I have become. Mom I owe you my life.