Lots n potty!

2012 was momentous as D finally understood the concept of potty training. The best part of it was that for all the slight tension or apprehension I suffered, when the summer came to this part of the hemisphere, she was ready to let go of her nappies with considerable ease. It was simply the timing and the help lent by her childcare teacher – Mr.Hank and the rest of the staff.

What followed it were some hilarious moments with discussions and observations made by D on her potty. Every time she did her potty, it was followed by a new observation accompanied by a beaming smile –

1. “Amma, lots n lots potty!”

2. “Nanna, its making  splashes!”

3. “Its round and round”

so on so forth which can easily gross out many and for the folks with a little more levity on potty jokes bring out an instant smile 🙂

 

You live for this!

Two years you put up with all the crap, clean poop, stay sleepless, give up all social contact with friends and anything else of your interest and are branded perpetually harried or eat like a barbarian. Rarely catch a chance to go to a salon and hardly maintain good hair style. Exercises and personal regime seem to go out of the window. Barely, catch movies in theatre, career goes haywire and a lot of such things happen. Your time is no longer yours, you are now working 24×7 without a holiday or break.

You begin to wonder, is it really worth it!

The answer to all this is ‘Yes’! You do need to go through all of the above and probably more and have a child in order to experience some very precious moments.

Today D came out with me into the balcony and I thought she would play as usual. In stead, she started picking up her washed clothes from the tub and started handing them out to me to hang. 😀

What can I say, am beaming!

There is a beautiful saying, ” Don’t count the moments, but count the moments that count.”

You surely live for this!

 

Love – Unconditional

I wouldn’t have agreed before I became a mother and surely would have argued with anyone who would like to contradict me. But, I am convinced that the way my baby loves me is totally unconditional. There is no other word that could better describe it.

She cannot say it, but body language speaks rather screams out how much she loves me. The fragile being trusts me for everything and is sure I will take care of her. It automatically pushes me to do the very best for her. That unconditional, unsaid feeling is beyond words and can only be felt. I suppose that is why one insists on having children and not miss out bringing one up.

Pehli baar mohabbat ki hai…

Yes, this was the first time I fell in love and it is very different than all that I have experienced since – I fell in love with my baby.

I didn’t think that this love would be any different to the one I have experienced before, but then I was wrong. It is very different to love kids before one has become a parent. As a mother, this feeling is simply – heavenly!

It was very taxing in the initial one month, but as with any new person, this little one and me have learnt to love. It took me sometime to reconcile with the fact that the little one I was carrying for 9 months was the same baby in my hands. The perspective changes and so it takes its time for love to develop.

Into her fourth month now and she keeps me running around her at a continuous pace. A very different phase in life and definitely a never before kind of experience. Cannot generalise, but I felt that fathers fall in love instantly, but with the mother, post the delivery it takes time for her to fall in love with her baby. It is every little action of my little that keeps me mesmerised. It does get taxing at times and I also feeling like taking a break. Babies have their own way of giving moms a break. The proof is in front of you, I am able to write this post now :).

Haan…pehli baar mohabbat ki hai…. and I am loving it 🙂