Before Life Happens To Us.
Dear Piya,
I am in a fix.
And it seems like I am in a fix, more often than not, these days.
To revel in the beauty of the moments with you or to capture it forever by taking time away from that moment - this is always a fight between my heart & my mind.
For a young mother with the desire to make something of life, raising a child while maintaining all the pillars of the day intact, is a real task. And it is no secret that my desire to keep writing to you takes priority over other things.
You are as much a part of this journey as I am, which is why my wish to share it all with you pushes me through the day.
The minute something newly amazing happens with you, my mind would start formulating a note to you about it!
And girl, are you an active baby or what?
It is as if you want to explore everything for the fear of missing out on things you may have left out.
I do enjoy watching you peek through, crawl under, run about, sniff around, rub over & even bite into things; I really do.
It is when your incessant running ends up giving me a backache that I tend to step my foot down.
I am sorry, my child, but I did not age quite as energetically, it would appear.
Trying to match your runs usually ends up in making me more tired than you by the end of the day. Truth be told, I pray & wish you are able to retain this streak of ebullient energy throughout life, unlike your old pal.
Now then, coming to how these runs that have made over two years go by like a merry-go-round:
Did I ever tell you how & when did I find time to capture my letters to you amidst all the running?
Between my desire to tickle in the moment with you & my wish to write it all down as it happened (because freshly churned & captured tastes the best!), I struggled to find a way to do both.
All that was required was a small sacrifice - that of some of my sleep.
Are you wondering how giving up on some little sleep qualifies as a sacrifice? Well, little woman, it may take time but you will surely learn this truth of life - true love isn’t roses & chocolates; true love is letting your loved one sleep, especially when that loved one is a mother!
Now, since my love for you surpasses anything I have ever felt, I did not want to give up on enjoying the giggles with you.
Which is why, as tired as the night got, I waited for your energy-spurts to end in your blissful sleep (sometimes with love, other times impatiently so).
And then after you had fallen asleep, I would convince my tired body to get on with writing your letter, which may not remain in memory the next day if lost, because a new day with you always promised of newer adventures to record.
Life is so exciting with you, Piya, that I cannot say ‘I Love You’ enough.
Days of such fun & fervour seem to die a natural death as we grow up, although I wonder why it is so.
Maybe it is so because childhood is a carefree fair.
Or maybe, perhaps, because sooner or later life happens to every innocent soul.
Soon enough there will be activities that will take time away from 'us' - you & I. And then we will have to make time for these beautiful moments that come flowing naturally today.
Oh, how I shall miss them, is a thought my emotional side prays & keeps away!
After all, I am myself an example of the same life-happened-to-prey as I declare that 24 hours fail to suffice in a day for us to make an actual day out of it!
Everyone I see today was once a carefree, innocent child, after all - to all of these, or rather, to all of us, ‘Life Happened’.
With the hope of your innocence-filled-happiness to last forever on my lips, I wish to keep living this phase at your best, at the same time capture all that words can, while you sleep (and I don’t!).
This letter is, hence, dedicated to the fix life puts us in.
In the meanwhile, let us just be, my girl, till life happens to us!
Love,
Maa.
Dear Piya,
I am in a fix.
And it seems like I am in a fix, more often than not, these days.
To revel in the beauty of the moments with you or to capture it forever by taking time away from that moment - this is always a fight between my heart & my mind.
For a young mother with the desire to make something of life, raising a child while maintaining all the pillars of the day intact, is a real task. And it is no secret that my desire to keep writing to you takes priority over other things.
You are as much a part of this journey as I am, which is why my wish to share it all with you pushes me through the day.
The minute something newly amazing happens with you, my mind would start formulating a note to you about it!
And girl, are you an active baby or what?
It is as if you want to explore everything for the fear of missing out on things you may have left out.
I do enjoy watching you peek through, crawl under, run about, sniff around, rub over & even bite into things; I really do.
It is when your incessant running ends up giving me a backache that I tend to step my foot down.
I am sorry, my child, but I did not age quite as energetically, it would appear.
Trying to match your runs usually ends up in making me more tired than you by the end of the day. Truth be told, I pray & wish you are able to retain this streak of ebullient energy throughout life, unlike your old pal.
Now then, coming to how these runs that have made over two years go by like a merry-go-round:
Did I ever tell you how & when did I find time to capture my letters to you amidst all the running?
Between my desire to tickle in the moment with you & my wish to write it all down as it happened (because freshly churned & captured tastes the best!), I struggled to find a way to do both.
All that was required was a small sacrifice - that of some of my sleep.
Are you wondering how giving up on some little sleep qualifies as a sacrifice? Well, little woman, it may take time but you will surely learn this truth of life - true love isn’t roses & chocolates; true love is letting your loved one sleep, especially when that loved one is a mother!
Now, since my love for you surpasses anything I have ever felt, I did not want to give up on enjoying the giggles with you.
Which is why, as tired as the night got, I waited for your energy-spurts to end in your blissful sleep (sometimes with love, other times impatiently so).
And then after you had fallen asleep, I would convince my tired body to get on with writing your letter, which may not remain in memory the next day if lost, because a new day with you always promised of newer adventures to record.
Life is so exciting with you, Piya, that I cannot say ‘I Love You’ enough.
Days of such fun & fervour seem to die a natural death as we grow up, although I wonder why it is so.
Maybe it is so because childhood is a carefree fair.
Or maybe, perhaps, because sooner or later life happens to every innocent soul.
Soon enough there will be activities that will take time away from 'us' - you & I. And then we will have to make time for these beautiful moments that come flowing naturally today.
Oh, how I shall miss them, is a thought my emotional side prays & keeps away!
After all, I am myself an example of the same life-happened-to-prey as I declare that 24 hours fail to suffice in a day for us to make an actual day out of it!
Everyone I see today was once a carefree, innocent child, after all - to all of these, or rather, to all of us, ‘Life Happened’.
With the hope of your innocence-filled-happiness to last forever on my lips, I wish to keep living this phase at your best, at the same time capture all that words can, while you sleep (and I don’t!).
This letter is, hence, dedicated to the fix life puts us in.
In the meanwhile, let us just be, my girl, till life happens to us!
Love,
Maa.
