And we’re at that time of the year where we’re hanging up birthday decorations all too quickly! While the no-more-an-infant-soon-to-be-a-toddler sleeps, let me quickly pen something.
I still remember very vividly – last year, this time – my water broke and we rushed to the hospital at midnight. I was a nervous wreck who didn’t know whether to focus on the delivery process or the baby, amidst all the pain. Before I knew it, I was hearing my gynaec saying “Congratulations ma, it is a boy!” And there it was, as cliched as it sounds, the happiest point of my life. Amidst the haze that was the spinal epidural, I was crying buckets of happy tears.
The past year has been a beautiful roller coaster ride. There is always the classic guilt of a working mom on the one hand, but then there is also this divine smile on my little one’s face that dominates my waking hours, and that more than makes up for everything else in life. There have been the usual diaper changes, unexplained newborn crying, losing myself in the process of raising a child, but then there have also been these amazing moments where I see myself in him, and when day by day I gain the confidence that I’m a God-awesome parent who is doing a fantastic job in raising a good human being!
Seeing your child grow up and metamorphosing in front of your very eyes is an unparalleled joy. This is the single blessing that I am most thankful to God for. Vedanth has brought such happiness into our lives as we’ve never known before; I only wish that we can step up to be the parents he deserves.
Now please excuse me, while I go and stare for hours together at my sleeping baby’s face, before he wakes up tomorrow and magically turns into a toddler!