A very happy second birthday to you and to me, my darling.
This is my second year as a mother, a title I am bearing
with great pride and with no less sentiment. It might sound rather filmy to
your older self (when you read this, that is) if I were to confess that I can
understand what the fuss in all those ‘ma’ sentiment Hindi movies was all
about. “Mere pass ma hai” from Deewar – was so exaggerated to my adult ears,
but sounds totally understated to my ‘mommy’ ears. I know now that I can do anything for
you.
This love I have for you is pure and unconditional. I know
that now. I can protect you (yes get these lethargic muscles to learn some
karate if it helps), look after you and shower you with things you cherish and
of course, go out on a limb if it helps set your world right. And if all this
is rolled and thrown at me in one shot, then I shall happily do so without the least bit of
fanfare.
These feelings, I must say, are compounded by your pure, yet
undivided attention to me. I don’t think you as yet love me the way I do. But
right now I am the centre of your universe. You are possessive of me, need my assurance
and attention, and look to me to learn. I am thoroughly enjoying all of this.
Papa and I have dated long back. All these things were significant part of our
bonding in those days. I am thrilled that he and I have the opportunity of
falling in love all over again...this time with you.
Going forward I must tell myself to nurture your inherent
nature of self learning, by giving you freedom to approach any situation, break
things a bit, fall a bit and generally drive us up the wall. I must tell myself
that to love you is to also not to control you and to let you be your own person.
And that to love you, I must first learn to let you be.
Happy happy birthday my sweet one.
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