My day like most of you begins at 6:30 sometimes, if the girl lets me sleep a little longer then 7. By 7 she threatens to jump out of the crib..
And then begins the madness of waking up, playing with her for few minutes, getting ready to work, managing to time our breakfast together, squeezing in our morning 5 minutes workout..ya 5 minute !
Office traffic emails deadlines targets vegetable prices fruits ...its endless.
But when i reach home in the evening, its a magical thing that happens, each day every single day.She knows its me, when the door bell sounds, and i can hear her tiny feet pitter patter towards the door shouting "Maaa". And then this magical thing happens. I drop my bags on the sofa and pick her up and squeeze her close to 5 seconds.
Those 5 seconds i hold her close to me, i smell her hair, there is just a hint of Johnsons shampoo in it but its overpowered by the smell of sweat..the insane amount of running and jumping in the house gets her a sweaty head. I then proceed slowly to kiss her neck, just the nape and can feel the tenderness of that skin on my lips and much as i might sound like a maniac, it does tempt me to nibble at her neck a little more. My senses fill with her and for those few seconds , i know of nothing, more precious than this feeling.On my daily insistence she agrees to put her arms around me and land one kiss on my lips. Its at the moment that i am filled with this infinite love and nostalgia for her. Knowing that this in my arms right now, is what my body has created, this in my arms right now, is the most beautiful and true part of a man and woman, this is perhaps where love is defined, this is perhaps when i say to myself, this is my daughter, my flesh, my blood, my bone and i will fight the world for her. At that very moment i can feel her heart beat, that tiny little thump that made me cry the first time we heard it on the ultrasound scan. That little button nose we saw outlined in the scan, when it hit G and Me and that this is our creation, this is what our love has got to the world.
And just like that she slips wiggles out of my embrace, goes and opens my bag , pulls out my phone and pretends to call our maid ..
And then begins the madness of waking up, playing with her for few minutes, getting ready to work, managing to time our breakfast together, squeezing in our morning 5 minutes workout..ya 5 minute !
Office traffic emails deadlines targets vegetable prices fruits ...its endless.
But when i reach home in the evening, its a magical thing that happens, each day every single day.She knows its me, when the door bell sounds, and i can hear her tiny feet pitter patter towards the door shouting "Maaa". And then this magical thing happens. I drop my bags on the sofa and pick her up and squeeze her close to 5 seconds.
Those 5 seconds i hold her close to me, i smell her hair, there is just a hint of Johnsons shampoo in it but its overpowered by the smell of sweat..the insane amount of running and jumping in the house gets her a sweaty head. I then proceed slowly to kiss her neck, just the nape and can feel the tenderness of that skin on my lips and much as i might sound like a maniac, it does tempt me to nibble at her neck a little more. My senses fill with her and for those few seconds , i know of nothing, more precious than this feeling.On my daily insistence she agrees to put her arms around me and land one kiss on my lips. Its at the moment that i am filled with this infinite love and nostalgia for her. Knowing that this in my arms right now, is what my body has created, this in my arms right now, is the most beautiful and true part of a man and woman, this is perhaps where love is defined, this is perhaps when i say to myself, this is my daughter, my flesh, my blood, my bone and i will fight the world for her. At that very moment i can feel her heart beat, that tiny little thump that made me cry the first time we heard it on the ultrasound scan. That little button nose we saw outlined in the scan, when it hit G and Me and that this is our creation, this is what our love has got to the world.And just like that she slips wiggles out of my embrace, goes and opens my bag , pulls out my phone and pretends to call our maid ..
17 comments:
sweet aint she?
this was an aww waala post. its sad this growler cant do such stuff :P
Wow.... :) Its so good to be home, when there is an angel to welcome you, no?
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Those five seconds are what make me wanna be a mom one days...
When my nephew was visiting us, I remember looking forward to going home for those five seconds always :)
It is sheer bliss
And wow you daughter has no issues in sleeping in crib...you are blessed...my best friend girl and my nephew have never dared entering it...they hate it...all the want is mom's embrace to sleep...even at two years...so you have one goood baby girl :))
It is heaven coming home and holding our baby closely. The problems we faced the whole day is gone.
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this is exactly what happens when my husband comes home. My son forgets all his toys and even me to rush to the door and waits for his dad to pick him up and sway up in his arms... and my heart goes awwwwww...
very nice post ya!
Sulagna - thank you so much for your kind and warm words. Made my day. As a working mom, I totally get what you mean about those 5 seconds.
Cherish the moments, my friend.
That photo if you both is adorable and absolutely enjoyed reading your lovely 5 precious seconds.
Aww..that is amazing..
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I am not a mother, but I can totally feel you´.. beautiful post straight from the heart. :) (I am floored by your style of writing)
a sweet write up..totally from the heart!!
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One thing I learned in last six months is that nothing in the world matches family bonding
No happiness greater than to see a smile on the face of young loved one! Beautifully expressed!
Very recently an unknown baby in the bus kept feeling my hand, sitting in her mother's lap. She looked at me and tried snatching my book. I smiled and she smiled back. She got back to feeling my hand. It felt ticklish. But I let it be. It felt soft. It felt so natural and I did not want that touch to stop. There was something so pure, so magical in that gentle tiny hand feeling my arm. It was priceless. Its a feeling, I did not want it to stop.
You are a lucky woman, S. I am happy for you. And I have always told you, you will make a great mum.
Hugs n Kisses,
LSL
awww :)
Know what you mean, the first few minutes every morning with my kids are the sweetest, most peaceful and kinda energizing!!
you left me in tears today...
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