This is a post from a long time ago from another blog of mine that I am copy-pasting here:
Dhairya will complete three years with us in October... how soon time flies...It seems like just yesterday that he was born...like a small bundle of joy, clad in a white shawl, my mother in law placed him besides me when I just came to my senses after the long and painful labor which really ended up in a c-section. But the moment I saw his little self besides me, all the pain was forgotten, all that was there was just JOY....
The next thing I know, is that I could not sleep the whole night inspite the epidural and all the major painkiller drugs that were induced in my body...my mother in law kept pleading me to get some rest...but somehow...i just could not...I kept looking at his crib...thinking of what...God only knows....
The days soon after that were a complete mixture of all kinds of feelings, happiness at his presence, concern of my own capability to handle him, sadness of not having Ashish to be around to help and be a part of all the joy (I delivered in Hyd and Ashish went back to Delhi to join work after a week of Dhairya's birth)and so many other feelings that I cannot put to words.
Soon the girl in me took a back seat and gave place to a more mature, more responsible and a more sensible person...tht complete mixture that a mother is...well how good a mother I am, I cannot say, but to me I think I am doing fairly good.....slowly able to differentiate between his cries, knowing exactly when he was due for a feed and knowing exactly what would make him go to sleep...gradually holding his hands to make him walk, teaching him the various things that life can offer, taking active interest in all his activities, his learnings and his growing.
To see the young helpless baby growing into a intelligent, talkative and a playful boy in itself gives an immense sense of pleasure. The days in Delhi and Bangalore have been a good investment in Dhairya's value systems. Just being with grandparents has taught him so much, his sensitivity, his mood, his behaviour have been shaped well in the presence of a complete family. Moving to London has been a drawback in that sense for sure.
Even today, teaching him new things and helping him learn has in a way been such a great way for me to learn myself. My concern of whether I am teaching him things right for his age or am I pushing him far beyond, the concern over whether his capabilities for his age are really alrite or am I just assuming so, and concerns over other such things are always at the back of my mind...but the fact is that, I am just glad that Dhairya is in my life and he as he is has become an inseperable part of my being....
Dhairya will complete three years with us in October... how soon time flies...It seems like just yesterday that he was born...like a small bundle of joy, clad in a white shawl, my mother in law placed him besides me when I just came to my senses after the long and painful labor which really ended up in a c-section. But the moment I saw his little self besides me, all the pain was forgotten, all that was there was just JOY....
The next thing I know, is that I could not sleep the whole night inspite the epidural and all the major painkiller drugs that were induced in my body...my mother in law kept pleading me to get some rest...but somehow...i just could not...I kept looking at his crib...thinking of what...God only knows....
The days soon after that were a complete mixture of all kinds of feelings, happiness at his presence, concern of my own capability to handle him, sadness of not having Ashish to be around to help and be a part of all the joy (I delivered in Hyd and Ashish went back to Delhi to join work after a week of Dhairya's birth)and so many other feelings that I cannot put to words.
Soon the girl in me took a back seat and gave place to a more mature, more responsible and a more sensible person...tht complete mixture that a mother is...well how good a mother I am, I cannot say, but to me I think I am doing fairly good.....slowly able to differentiate between his cries, knowing exactly when he was due for a feed and knowing exactly what would make him go to sleep...gradually holding his hands to make him walk, teaching him the various things that life can offer, taking active interest in all his activities, his learnings and his growing.
To see the young helpless baby growing into a intelligent, talkative and a playful boy in itself gives an immense sense of pleasure. The days in Delhi and Bangalore have been a good investment in Dhairya's value systems. Just being with grandparents has taught him so much, his sensitivity, his mood, his behaviour have been shaped well in the presence of a complete family. Moving to London has been a drawback in that sense for sure.
Even today, teaching him new things and helping him learn has in a way been such a great way for me to learn myself. My concern of whether I am teaching him things right for his age or am I pushing him far beyond, the concern over whether his capabilities for his age are really alrite or am I just assuming so, and concerns over other such things are always at the back of my mind...but the fact is that, I am just glad that Dhairya is in my life and he as he is has become an inseperable part of my being....
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