Random Stranger: Hey Hi, where is your Son studying ?
Random Stranger: Hey Hi, where is your Son studying ?
I ‘just’ don’t look like him. But I believe I am like him, in bits and pieces and shapes. For Eg the shape of my funny nose is like him.
“Margarita Mamun dedicating her Olympic Gold to her Father who died just days after her Glory” was one of the best videos I saw today.
The emotions of Ms Mamun warmed my heart. It felt good. Her dad in heaven sure must have rejoiced.
I can never complain that I did not have enough time to dedicate a glory to my father.
I spent full 30 years with him, enough time to make him feel proud of me a hundred times. But I never did. He never complained. But I never did. But again he never expected.
I never studied well, to dedicate Scholarships to my Appa.
I never fared in Sports to dedicate Gold Medals to my Appa.
I never ever did anything that would bring him any glory.
For all that I did to him, he graced me with such love and faith , that will shame me to my grave. Yes, that’s the word. He gave me the greatest gift a Dad could ever give. He believed in me.
He loved me so much, that even after his passing away, I live only for his love.
His love is interwoven in my nerves, in the core of my heart. Such extraordinary love for a commoner like me. I was a commoner in my eyes, but for Appa I was his world.
If not for my Father. If not for that love and faith that did not expect any dedications or honours or the least a mention of his Child’s greatness, I would have been nothing today.
But I will Appa, I will dedicate.
Dedicate, few moments of Kindness that you always inspired me to.
Dedicate few hours of Prayers of Thankfulness that you always practised.
Dedicate some forgiveness that you would love to see me do.
Dedicate a lifetime of humbleness that defined you.
For you were a Father who accumulated a lot of wealth for me. Wealth called Love, simplicity and Education.
You took pride in a very simple disorganised little girl for her imperfections.
You picked up the broken pieces of your failed daughter and moulded her to be the woman she is today. You did not give a chance to look out for Inspiration. You were the Inspiration within me.
You looked through an Imperfect Soul and rejoiced in it instead of ridicule.
I was just a little Glorified Nothingness, that you adored.
Probably that’s all I needed to survive.
And that gave me a little more confidence to live and succeed.
Finally, I will dedicate my Motherhood to you. I will try and be the father like you.
And will leave footprints in Ved’s life, just as you did in mine, Footprints of love and grace.
We will make every small moment count in glory and dedicate our well spent life to you.
A little Boy’s Amma.
They pampered me, spoiled me with their love, loved me more than my parents, taught me to laugh and live and explained about the greatness of our forefathers. The well spent time of my life was definitely with them.
I was my Grandparents Favorite. So was my brother, little cousin Sister and the ones that followed.
In short, they had many favourites, and I was just one among them.
He made sure I grew up like a Princess in our Modest Home in Chennai during my growing years.
I had everything I wanted under the Sun, or at least he promised he would get them for me.
He wiped those petty tears, Laughed at the nonsense talks, always acted as the missing puzzle and swallowed my poor Self-Esteem and moulded an utterly useless pack of mud into a woman. Whatever I have today or iam today, its only because of my Dad.
He loved me beyond measure, he believed in me, the biggest gift he gave as a dad.
But then, he loved and believed my brother too. He had another child to love. To embrace. He lavishly shared himself and again I was 1 in 2.
I always used to tell him, “Appa, if something happens to me, you have another Child. But if something happens to you, I don’t have another Dad”.
She gave birth to me, nursed me, taught me everything right from eating to spitting. She worked hard inside and outside the house. She spent her young days caring for this little girl but so did she for the little boy too. My brother.
Infact she loved him more than me. After all I was just the 2nd tenant in her little womb.
Yet again I was 2nd to everything.
There was love; there was joy; there was wantedness. But then, I was either tagging behind someone or was one among the many privileged.
Then came my Son, and I knew I have never felt this loved, until he loved me.
He loved me and loves just me at this moment.
I know his heart is full of me.
He told me so, while he looked intensely into my eyes and pierced my soul innocently.
I knew, I always knew, I was just another woman in this world until my Son popped out to tell me that iam his World.
Its not the way he smiles, but the way he cries out for me are the moments that stand out and make me a Champion.
The imperishable moments are those I have failed to capture in my camera. But they are imprinted deep in my heart, so deep that it will not fade away and live long after my heart stops beating or memory fails.
Here’s to you my beloved Ved, My Boy, who made me so wanted and special and a Superwoman.
Life suddenly feels so fresh and blemish-less like your babysoft face.
Come here my little one, let me hug you a little longer for tomorrow might be the day, you will fall crazily in love with your Superhero Dad and once again I take the backseat.
A little boy’s amma.
I’m just keeping you aware, that when you visit our home, high chances you might catch a glimpse of Baby Ved cooking his Mom’s favourite dish or watching a Cookery Show.
At that moment, please don’t frown, “OMG Baby Ved, Like a Girl???”
Because I am going to teach him that, when it comes to household chores, there are no gender specific roles.
I admit, I am a very poor cook myself. But Baby Ved is not going to get away with that.
He is going to learn to cook, not just cook but do everything related to cooking.
No. It’s not a girl’s job. To cook is hers and to eat is his, is a ridiculous theory.
He can cook and she can eat. That’s fine.
Cooking, will be my first step in grooming Baby Ved as an Independent Child.
He will cook,
Not like a girl, But LIKE A BOSS !!
Also, Wanted to add that, during your visit, you might be taken by surprise seeing Baby Ved sweep and clean the house.
Because his mom has told him that cleanliness is not gender specific. It’s not a choice.
Being a Boy, he has to be more cautious.
I bet, he can do all the household chores ,
not like a girl, but LIKE A BOSS !!
Please help yourself not rolling your eyes, when you spot Baby Ved suggesting his grandmoms on the latest shopping destination.
For Baby Ved loves shopping. For the moment he loves shopping, so that he can pull the dresses down while sitting comfortably in his baby sling.
Being fashionable and a shopaholic is not a girl thing. Whoever has told you so was just fooling you.
Being able to look your best and striving towards it is a form of creativity.
So yea, Baby Ved will shop with you,
not like a girl, BUT LIKE A BOSS !!
I’m raising my little boy to be independent not just to help himself but to save the trouble for everyone around him. An independent boy/Man is a pleasure to be around with.
Who knows, tomorrow he might end up with your daughter and you can thank me at that time 🙂 Seriously !!
For worse, society has filled our minds with gender specific roles and to do otherwise, you will be criticised as “like a girl” or “like a boy”.
If God blesses me with a Girl, I would like to teach her to ride a Bike, Climb Mountains and break every negativity or stereotyping. She can do anything she wants to and not sit and burn in the Kitchen.
Next generation is going to turn the tables for Good. Time to positively enforce your dreams of freedom on your little ones to help them live life to fullest and not be a prisoner of dreams.
It’s going to be a sight to watch.
Not like a Girl, Not Like a Boy, But LIKE A BOSS !!
A little Boy’s Amma.
The Ignorant 1st 4 weeks:
Never had the faintest idea that I was going to be a Mother. Life was business as usual. Random thoughts like “What if this is the month” to weird thoughts like “No way”. I kept brushing off the Angel voice that kept whispering “Good News on the way”. I eventually found out that I was 4 weeks through and took some time to sit down and let the feeling to sink in “yes I am actually pregnant” and did not understand how far I was.
The Indecisive 5+ weeks:
With positive tests and a lot of blood work, I started the journey of “Road Less Travelled”. More blood work and uncontrollable excitement marked my days and anxious nights. Cautiously walking, eating slowly so that not even a crumb of bread hurts the tiny one in my tummy. It sure was an exhausting experience for a first timer.
Almost felt light like I always felt, sceptic dreams gave me chills, fearing the worse, what if all this was just an illusion.
The non-existent 8 – 20 weeks:
As I was excited to go through the procedures to hear the Heartbeat of my co-occupant on a set date, I was informed of another heartbeat that stopped. I was told that my Dad breathed his last as I went through the crucial ‘make or break’ week of pregnancy. My world blacked out at that very same moment I knew my little one had a heartbeat and a rhythm to it. I wanted to be unaware of what happened around me.
For a thousand moments I wanted to give-up. Because that will help me to cry out loud the least. But this bothering little thing inside my tummy, did not even give me the freedom to do my basic right. I was angry. I was frustrated. But least did I know that my very reason to breathe another second and live another day was this little ball like foetus. I would time and again, gently lean over and say “Baby, please hang on and don’t give up like Granpa”. That incident bought down my human existence and pride to nothing. Life and death not in my hands. Here I am holding my dad’s mere lifeless body in my arms and same time I have a little life developing inside of me. I am not sure, if I should be proud of this moment, of my strength to endure this moment. Here I am welcoming a new life and bidding adieu to another. When I look back I am so thankful to God for creating me a woman to experience this.
Though I wouldn’t have wished a slow and painful death to dad or to anyone, the least a daughter can ask is a ‘good-bye’ and not a humiliating disappearance. I froze, time froze, days froze, dreams froze, my future froze, I crashed into the moment and held on to the little hero in my tummy as I travelled back to my in-laws place all alone to resume back, what people called ‘normal’ life.
Heartbeat – check; Nausea – check; stupidity – check, more nausea – check, heartburn – check, sleepless days and nights – check; swollen feet – check; growing tummy – check; Somersaults -check . But every nausea and vomiting and hospital admissions for Hyperemesis was a sign that I was carrying a Hyper- active bundle of Joy. No regrets whatsoever. Worth every little discomfort.
25+ weeks I regained some sense and lost a little with Bed rest:
Baby V had always kept me on my toes, not just running for nausea, but frantic hospital trips for ‘Slow movement’ to ‘no movement’ & counting kicks per hour, days just flew by. Confined in bed, I never felt alone. Moments I wanted to give up, nights I sat up & sobbed, my tiny unformed baby would gently nudge me inspiring in ways I cannot imagine. It was like, “mom I am there”. I dared not give-up and that marked the beginning of my maternity leave.
The reassuring 30+ weeks:
Anytime, anyhow, I was prepared for labour for I knew from now on I will carry my baby to birth. Yes you read it right. I admit that I had my own fears about it. Oh every momma has it. For I know as premature as he may look, we can save him. Yes again you read it right. I had a strong feeling it was going to be a baby boy. A Happy Christmas weekend it was with the people I loved the most. Every second anxiously waiting for the so called ‘labour pain’ or the much hyped about “false labour pain”. None came. I still walked around with a tummy full of baby 🙂
The 37th week – I knew it was today or tomorrow:
For I know the most memorable and the day I will cherish forever will be this week. Not because I am a fortune teller but my gyneac told me so. It was a planned delivery. The day came as fancy as it can be 15.1.15 and out came baby Ved, crying with a heavenly tone which I was sadistically happy about and wanted to hear it over and over. He looked like my dad. He looked like my future.
I admired him, I adored him for countless milliseconds before he was gently tucked away.
My dad was right, he dint lie, when he promised me, that he will be there with me forever and ever. Yesterday as a dad, for today and forever as my Son.
Dreams, dreams and nothing but dreams:
Dreams of how beautiful my baby would look. The long locks of baby hair he would have. I imagined and painted infinite pictures of my baby. Of how tall he will look like my granpa, and those funny ears like his dad. All said and done, I negotiated with God big time for baby V to have the same Angelic smile my dad had. I dreamt on setting no limit for myself.
But the moment I saw baby Ved for the very first time, I was hit hard and filled with shame for all my dreams and the below quote aptly defines it,
“God’s Blessing will put you Best Dreams to Shame”
Baby Ved looked nothing of what I Imagined, but everything of God wanted him to be.
Fashioned by the Master’s loving hands.
A word of Thanks to people who don’t expect it:
To my docs, to the kind hospital support staff, to my best friend Mr K, to that colleague who let me take that window seat, who gave me way and offered to carry my laptop bag, My managers, to that kind bus driver who waited till I crossed the road and the warm smiles the strangers gave me when they saw me struggling with a big tummy. For everyone who prayed for me, encouraged me, my friends who kept me sane, My brother my greatest pillar of strength and finally my family and extended family for pitching in and providing that amazing support. And yea this note would be incomplete without mention of Baby V’s Daddy Cool who chose to keep quiet during my anxious moments. Trust me it helped a lot. He is one amazing personality who can make a lot of difference by just sitting around and not saying a word. Amazing presence.
2 important lessons I learned during pregnancy:
Through many dangers, toils and snares we have already come, this Grace that’s bought us safe thus far and Grace will lead us home.
A little boy’s amma.
My Precious little Boy, you may have conquered the universe with your Charm, but on that day, that moment I want you by my side !!
My Precious little Boy, you may be seated among the rulers of the world and making important decisions, but on that day, that moment I want you by my side !!
Or you may be riding across the lengths and breadths of the world and realizing your passion, but on that day, that moment I want you by my side !!
As time flies, you might be enjoying a day off with your kids, reliving your Childhood and carving memories, but on that day, that moment I want you by my side !!
And yea you are far away from me, making a beautiful living with your Lovely Wife, but on that day, that moment I want you by my side !!
Yes, That Day, When people call it my last day, that Moment when I try and breathe heavily one lastime, all I want is, Son, you. You by my side.
I want to feel you face and touch your body with my feeble hands. the once fragile, helpless human, who dint know anyone else other than me.
I want to place you on my lap and kiss your forehead and you cuddle back into the foetal position and fit into my arms and I sing your favourite “Yankee Doodle went to town riding on a pony”. And we freeze time.
As I do that, my heart will swell with pride at the wonderful gentleman I gave birth to.
As I prepare to close my eyes forever, I want to touch your feet with my trembling hands, the tiny happy feet I kissed everyday during your growing years.
And as you hold me tight fighting a trillion tears, Son I will ask one thing of you, please don’t grieve much after am gone.
Celebrate your life, celebrate your mom and each time you think of me, plant a kiss on your daughter’s face and I will be able to feel it.
Be assured that the remaining days of your life, I will be looking upon you from Heaven, just as my dad did.
And finally, the last memory that my eyes would love to capture will be your Glowing, Expressive and Innocent eyes. The first thing I saw the day you were born. And from that day you became my reason to live and love.
And I will whisper gently, “Vedappa, Amma Chellam, God Bless You” !!
For I’ve not gone anywhere, but live, as a melody, as a gentle breeze that brushes your face, as a flashing memory, as a sweet smell, as a refreshing rain, in your daughter’s laughter and son’s character and yes as your momma forever and ever shining like a star over your head 🙂
A little boy’s amma.