Mama Mia....

Yes, I am a proud mother. It’s not very nice of me to kick-off something emotional and touchy with blatant pride, is it? But I just can't help it as that’s what I feel and that’s what my linguistically challenged mind is capable of describing in a One-liner. Over centuries scores of women have undergone the same elation of motherhood and may have endeavoured to portray it in different forms of expression. With me, I became pregnant again straight after my child's birth only this time I was embryonic with oodles of creativity. Therefore, this piece of writing.

The transition from being a girl to a mother is a bit like playing hop scotch, there is always the next big leap to exemplify and the hop back square if the point wasn't driven home. The only difference is that in this maternal bliss there are no time-breaks, much against any mother's wishes. At first, it was ecstatic realization of being a mother and then my emotions kept swinging with record highs and lows of joy and responsibility. Since the day my baby boy landed in my lap; laps of comfort and cuddles are what I have been blessed with. He changed my life since his first breath on earth. The first snuggle, the first smile and the first smelly poo!

I started singing nursery rhymes and found how many words I was missing when I sung it as a child. What the rhymes actually meant and not just act it out because the teacher tells you to do so! I am also giving the poet in me a shot and composing poetries out of no where! The Giraffe and the Lion can be friends in my story and the Cow and Cat both say “Moo” if my baby gives me a tough time! The turtle can sit on hippo’s back and take a ride across the river in my baby’s bubbly bath!The mid-night lullabies conquered my insecurities of motherhood while I was soothing my bub to fall asleep. I now know that colours are not only there to be mixed in a tub but light up the baby's nursery and make him feel at home. I know that we are highly intelligent species and can develop skills which we normally depend on all our life, within the first 12 months of existence. I have also learnt that patience is the biggest key to parenting and no matter what; patience is the only way to contain the storm bursting within me. Time is the greatest reliever –true, but not just true it’s the eternal statement to serenity and letting the optimistic side in me conquer its counterpart.

The tiny hands and feet that I cuddle all the time and sometimes can't resist a tiny bite on his cheek, I wonder how big they will soon grow and carve out a fine gentleman out of him. I am cherishing every moment of child-raising and will surely miss all this in the years to come! To give him comfort and happiness is now what I wish for till my last breath. To raise him to be a dignified human is now what I am responsible for till he can learn to fly on his own just like a bird.

Just about …..nothing

Everyday I think; I will write. Everyday I attempt. Everyday I end up between the backspace and delete key on my keyboard. Everyday I just leave a blank document.

Well…so today my squiggly post is really about nothing. But one of the days where you want to express and profusely express on how much you miss your writing.

It doesn’t take long to stand and admire the beauty around you; the birds, the sky and the hills; probably an iota of a second. However, scoop a little minute or two with a quill and a blank sheet and there you have got worded scenery captured for nostalgia.

It doesn’t take long to share a friend’s life experience; brood over it and forget all about it. However, only if I scripted it somewhere; it would have helped me or perhaps someone else on a gloomy day.

I have pledged this new year to continue my old fixation of writing and seek a sense of joy and fulfilment.