She looked into my eyes as the doctor asked me to kiss her. It wasn’t love at first sight, it was love at first breath.
I was a mother now. I gave her life. I was falling short of expressions. I couldn’t figure out if I wanted to cry or laugh aloud. All my pains were gone that very moment when I pecked a gentle kiss on her soft skin. I have never known love like this before. I cared for this precious soul for nine months. I nurtured her with all my love even before I held her in my arms. It’s a girl. I was eagerly waiting to hear these three beautiful words. I wished to be a mother to a beautiful daughter. Who is beautiful inside out. I wished to nurture her with all my love and care. And my wish came true.
She looked as precious as dew. A blessing from heavens above. She was all pink and beautiful. I was afraid to hold her in my arms.
I couldn’t walk as my body went through a lot to welcome her, but my heart was flying. Everything was new for me. She gave me a new life. I worked hard to be fit for her. I followed all the instructions given by the doctor. Three days of struggle was worth it when I held her confidently in my arms. We exchanged glances. Her eyes were fixed on me.
I promised that very moment to her and to myself. A promise to protect her, love her, understand her and trust her. I saw our future together. A life worth living. A childhood that was lost somewhere in the fast pace of life returned to me.
She is Anahita. My first born. We call her Tia with love. She is five year old now and more like a friend to me. We laugh together and fight together. Every moment I teach her the lessons of life; sometimes she is all ears to me, but many times she ignores me. But I never give up. Parenting is a constant process that requires learning and being patient. I am not a perfect mother and I don’t want to make her a perfect person.
Life is more beautiful with perfections blended with imperfections
I just want to make her confident about herself, to love her as much as I love her. Life is a roller coaster of emotions both for me and her, but we enjoy it together. And I am not alone in this. My husband is my constant support. I remember fearing death during my pregnancy days and he told me “all women do it bravely, you are no different“. And I collected all my strength to face my new life. We are a strong team. Her love changed me as a person. I feel like a child with her. She keeps me alive. She is my strength.
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Every woman wishes to be a mother
It’s a desire deep down. She dreams of it as a little girl. And when motherhood comes to her, magic happens. It’s the most sacred love story. I watched a movie Kuch Kuch Hota Hai few years back. In that movie Rani Mukherjee portrays a role of the mother who can’t survive for long and she writes letters for her newborn daughter. Each letter has a message for her daughters birthday. I always thought how she could do that. It was impossible for me to think about it back in the year when this movie was released.
But now as a mother of two, I can relate to the immense strength a mother is bestowed with. She can move the mountains, cross the oceans. She can do everything that’s beyond even her own imagination. I truly treasure this strength that I am blessed with. I love my daughters.
It’s the purest form of love I have ever experienced.