Only inside the car did I allow myself to be overwhelmed. The smelly little peanut, dressed in a ridiculous bunny rabbit woollen cap and pee drenched pyjamas, was in my arms and was mine, mine, mine! I couldn’t stop looking at her. There was no resistance from her side, she just lay there in my ample lap, looking in my eyes and puckering her lips. My daughter, now that I have you in my arms, I will never let you go, I whispered to her.
The truth is that although her tiny body lay captive in my arms, she was not the real captive. It was I!
Such an achievement Puja. It brings tears of gratefulness. god bless yo all and praise be to God to have brought this opportunity.ReplyDelete
what a lovely note Puja...wish you all a happy life together!ReplyDelete
puja i just shared it with a friend at work just now because everytime i have doubts on my mothering i come back to this and i realise how much my kids hold me captive and how much i love it. really they are not ours but its is us who belong to themReplyDelete
Yes Tanu. When we choose to have children, we choose to be captive in their love forever. Regardless of what happens.Delete
They are free to fly away. But our motherhood remains a key part of our identity forever.
puja, you write well but this is my fav post. it never fails to unleash a torrent of tears.. how lucky and providential that you and Aloka found each other.ReplyDelete
It is one of my first posts, written 3 years after I had adopted Aloka. The scene was (and is) as fresh in my mind as if it happened just yesterday. I am indeed super lucky. Every morning when I dress her for school, I hug her and tell her she is the best gift I ever received. She accepts the compliment gracefully, nodding and smiling and saying "I know". :)ReplyDelete
I'm reading this after having met you and Akola....Beautifully expressed ..Puja .It brings tears to my eyes .God bless you girls !ReplyDelete