On this day, as you successfully complete the first year of your precious life, My darling daughter Karissa, I kiss your forehead gently and wish you an "eventful" life ahead.
As I begin to write this my eyes are moist and my whole being overflowing with countless intense emotions. I don't think I have, ever in my life felt the way I am feeling at this moment. With the heart pacing like a horse, eyes moist, numb hands and the unexplained nervousness, I am attempting to scribble whatever little bit I can to express myself . I am more amazed at the fact that I could have never imagined in the strangest of my thoughts that I could ever feel this way.
You and I had embarked on this beautiful journey of togetherness a year and 9 months ago, but this happens to be your birthday because this is when you appeared to charm the world. Though for your papa and me, your presence was felt since long ago. Since then the journey has been the most exciting ever. As I keep saying this to whoever I happen to talk to, This year of my life has passed so quickly that I am only getting time now, to realise that its been a whole year since I popped out of me and saw the world. I am still trying to believe, it was "a year ago", that I first held you.
May be, I was merely counting the years of my life till the time you came and taught me what it really meant "To Live". I still cannot forget, those first moments when I had already started to feel your presence around much ahead of that time when, any test could predict. I knew it well, that my "Princess" was going to arrive soon, the "Misri" of my life. Assertively, I would go on telling each person, to address my yet to be born child with a "she" and they responded, sometime with a smirk, sometimes with a quitening laugh, at other times they even questioned how was I so sure. Here you are today, my adorable fairy, the beautiful answer to each question mark.
As I bore you in me, every bit of me and my world began to change, the sickness, the hunger pangs, the cravings, the mood swings, the discomfort, the afternoon siestas, the urge to follow routines, the strength, the endurance, the courage, the endless reading on the internet, counting the days on the calendar many a time in a single day, counting the kicks, feeling you change positions, the self talks and more than everything the desire to touch you, to cuddle you, to embrace you, the fear and apprehensions about not being able to live upto what I would be required to as a mother; hence began, "the metamorphosis". The big day started approaching faster than I had imagined, ever. The thought of detachment began to set in, the thought that you and I won't be one anymore, we never were.
The day came, the 26th day of september, I had been restless all night, lying right next to your papa, I woke him and said "seems its time", he at first paid no heed thinking this was just another time that was getting skeptical, but just the next minute he got up and we headed to the hospital where they admitted me because it was "Time Indeed" (Its almost the same time as I write this now, I am not getting sleep). I called my GP to check if I could go home to set a few things in order and then return but she wouldn't allow as you had a loop of the chord around your neck. I sat at the hospital bed awaiting the life changing event of my life to occur. After even more than 12 hours of taking pains, hard work, trying to push in spite of the fact that the loop of the chord was holding you back, my little child, your father stood by me as my strength, this, even as the doctor had asked him to give his consent for a C-section, his faith, our love and the hospital team's encouragement brought you to the world through the "Normal Path".
That feeling, my angel, when The pediatrician brought you and put you on my bosom as I said please show me my princess is the most incredibly blissful moment of my entire life and will always be. As I embraced you, it felt as if the entire world rests in my arms. The worries, the fears, the apprehensions came to an end.
You have shown me the meaning of life, my baby. My little guide, my teacher, yes its you, you were born through me so that I could learn so many invaluable lessons through you. Its through you that I learnt how valuable and vital I am, I learnt what it is to love unconditionally, you showed me the little joys of life, to live guilt free, to try try and try again, to demand, to assert, to refuse, to be carefree. You are my little mirror, the reflection of my entire world. I am grateful to you for so much that you have chosen me for, to grant.
My little miss Rose. My Little Sunshine. You are an absolute delight. With you, there's no looking back.
Nonetheless, your First birthday is an occasion for me to revise the lesson of detachment, to reinforce that you are an "Individual" who has chosen to hold my finger to walk the first steps of life. May I be able to fully live up to my duties towards you. I am utterly grateful to you have mothered you.
Thanks making me. A Mother. The infallible.
As I begin to write this my eyes are moist and my whole being overflowing with countless intense emotions. I don't think I have, ever in my life felt the way I am feeling at this moment. With the heart pacing like a horse, eyes moist, numb hands and the unexplained nervousness, I am attempting to scribble whatever little bit I can to express myself . I am more amazed at the fact that I could have never imagined in the strangest of my thoughts that I could ever feel this way.
You and I had embarked on this beautiful journey of togetherness a year and 9 months ago, but this happens to be your birthday because this is when you appeared to charm the world. Though for your papa and me, your presence was felt since long ago. Since then the journey has been the most exciting ever. As I keep saying this to whoever I happen to talk to, This year of my life has passed so quickly that I am only getting time now, to realise that its been a whole year since I popped out of me and saw the world. I am still trying to believe, it was "a year ago", that I first held you.
May be, I was merely counting the years of my life till the time you came and taught me what it really meant "To Live". I still cannot forget, those first moments when I had already started to feel your presence around much ahead of that time when, any test could predict. I knew it well, that my "Princess" was going to arrive soon, the "Misri" of my life. Assertively, I would go on telling each person, to address my yet to be born child with a "she" and they responded, sometime with a smirk, sometimes with a quitening laugh, at other times they even questioned how was I so sure. Here you are today, my adorable fairy, the beautiful answer to each question mark.
As I bore you in me, every bit of me and my world began to change, the sickness, the hunger pangs, the cravings, the mood swings, the discomfort, the afternoon siestas, the urge to follow routines, the strength, the endurance, the courage, the endless reading on the internet, counting the days on the calendar many a time in a single day, counting the kicks, feeling you change positions, the self talks and more than everything the desire to touch you, to cuddle you, to embrace you, the fear and apprehensions about not being able to live upto what I would be required to as a mother; hence began, "the metamorphosis". The big day started approaching faster than I had imagined, ever. The thought of detachment began to set in, the thought that you and I won't be one anymore, we never were.
The day came, the 26th day of september, I had been restless all night, lying right next to your papa, I woke him and said "seems its time", he at first paid no heed thinking this was just another time that was getting skeptical, but just the next minute he got up and we headed to the hospital where they admitted me because it was "Time Indeed" (Its almost the same time as I write this now, I am not getting sleep). I called my GP to check if I could go home to set a few things in order and then return but she wouldn't allow as you had a loop of the chord around your neck. I sat at the hospital bed awaiting the life changing event of my life to occur. After even more than 12 hours of taking pains, hard work, trying to push in spite of the fact that the loop of the chord was holding you back, my little child, your father stood by me as my strength, this, even as the doctor had asked him to give his consent for a C-section, his faith, our love and the hospital team's encouragement brought you to the world through the "Normal Path".
That feeling, my angel, when The pediatrician brought you and put you on my bosom as I said please show me my princess is the most incredibly blissful moment of my entire life and will always be. As I embraced you, it felt as if the entire world rests in my arms. The worries, the fears, the apprehensions came to an end.
You have shown me the meaning of life, my baby. My little guide, my teacher, yes its you, you were born through me so that I could learn so many invaluable lessons through you. Its through you that I learnt how valuable and vital I am, I learnt what it is to love unconditionally, you showed me the little joys of life, to live guilt free, to try try and try again, to demand, to assert, to refuse, to be carefree. You are my little mirror, the reflection of my entire world. I am grateful to you for so much that you have chosen me for, to grant.
My little miss Rose. My Little Sunshine. You are an absolute delight. With you, there's no looking back.
Nonetheless, your First birthday is an occasion for me to revise the lesson of detachment, to reinforce that you are an "Individual" who has chosen to hold my finger to walk the first steps of life. May I be able to fully live up to my duties towards you. I am utterly grateful to you have mothered you.
Thanks making me. A Mother. The infallible.
