Since two days, Charvi is imitating me and repeating every word I say. She is having a lot of fun in teasing me. If I ask her to have lunch, she asks me the same, if I call her mad, she calls me the same.Whatever I say, she repeats and then seeing my facial reactions, she bursts into laughter. Today, when i was about to loose my cool, i suddenly recalled what I had done to my friend so many times on phone. Same thing, same repetition of every word spoken. Then I felt little amusing for a moment and realized how frustrating and sometimes entertaining it would have been for others when I did so.
Charvi is behaving a little mature these days. She talks big things, dresses up well and to my surprise her choice of clothes and pairing is awesomely beautiful. Last week, when I asked her to get ready to go out with me, she put on a nice pink jacket with her blue pair of jeans having light pink sequined work on it. She asked me to tie one pony with her hair and paired this attire with her pink sandals. Oh my God, you had to watch her out then, she was looking beautiful. Not that she is my daughter and so I felt so, but she was really looking very presentable. When she walked, I kept watching her from behind and wondered if I ever looked anything like her, when I was four years old. But yes, one thing I have to admit, now she looks very much like me in face. And I love to watch her talk nice things, giving suggestions to me, and demanding all impossible things in the world, though she agrees like a good girl when something is denied to her with reason.
At times, when she behaves cranky and I loose my cool, she forgets that part of mine so soon, and showers her love so unconditionally on me that I feel guilty of being so rude with her. Often, when I would be dressing her up for school in morning, she would hug me tight and say,"Mamma , you are the best mamma, and I love you very much"..these words relieves me of all the ache and tiredness I gather by waking up at 6.30 in the morning and preparing her lunch box and getting things ready for her. I feel so great to have such non-malign display of affection and i feel all the more happy to be a mother of such a radiant child.
When I see her and her love for me, I sometimes wonder,"Why do I have so many things in life to crib about, isn't this pure love more than enough for one lifetime?..
If I have to sit and count of all the good things happened to me in three decades of my life, I think they will be numerous. Why do I have to cry for things which I could not get, may be they were not meant for me, or may be I was not meant for them. I have been blessed by the most understanding parents and siblings, good husband,good family, sky full of unending, eternal-love and the boon of experiencing the miraculous journey of motherhood, good education, good life, wonderful and understanding friends and the opportunity life gave me to know myself better, with the help of those best people who became the immovable part of my life.
Life is never a completely fulfilling offer, and tears remain inseparable for non-achievements, but one has to choose to see either the part which remained unfulfilled and feel sad, or see the other half which is full of love and gifts, life encountered during the journey, and thus feel happy and content to ever have all those, than never have to been seen...I am heartily thankful to all those who made my life meaningful and fulfilling in some ways by their presence.
Charvi is behaving a little mature these days. She talks big things, dresses up well and to my surprise her choice of clothes and pairing is awesomely beautiful. Last week, when I asked her to get ready to go out with me, she put on a nice pink jacket with her blue pair of jeans having light pink sequined work on it. She asked me to tie one pony with her hair and paired this attire with her pink sandals. Oh my God, you had to watch her out then, she was looking beautiful. Not that she is my daughter and so I felt so, but she was really looking very presentable. When she walked, I kept watching her from behind and wondered if I ever looked anything like her, when I was four years old. But yes, one thing I have to admit, now she looks very much like me in face. And I love to watch her talk nice things, giving suggestions to me, and demanding all impossible things in the world, though she agrees like a good girl when something is denied to her with reason.
At times, when she behaves cranky and I loose my cool, she forgets that part of mine so soon, and showers her love so unconditionally on me that I feel guilty of being so rude with her. Often, when I would be dressing her up for school in morning, she would hug me tight and say,"Mamma , you are the best mamma, and I love you very much"..these words relieves me of all the ache and tiredness I gather by waking up at 6.30 in the morning and preparing her lunch box and getting things ready for her. I feel so great to have such non-malign display of affection and i feel all the more happy to be a mother of such a radiant child.
When I see her and her love for me, I sometimes wonder,"Why do I have so many things in life to crib about, isn't this pure love more than enough for one lifetime?..
If I have to sit and count of all the good things happened to me in three decades of my life, I think they will be numerous. Why do I have to cry for things which I could not get, may be they were not meant for me, or may be I was not meant for them. I have been blessed by the most understanding parents and siblings, good husband,good family, sky full of unending, eternal-love and the boon of experiencing the miraculous journey of motherhood, good education, good life, wonderful and understanding friends and the opportunity life gave me to know myself better, with the help of those best people who became the immovable part of my life.
Life is never a completely fulfilling offer, and tears remain inseparable for non-achievements, but one has to choose to see either the part which remained unfulfilled and feel sad, or see the other half which is full of love and gifts, life encountered during the journey, and thus feel happy and content to ever have all those, than never have to been seen...I am heartily thankful to all those who made my life meaningful and fulfilling in some ways by their presence.
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