There are a few moments in an
individual’s life when they find themselves completely speechless. Not out of
happiness or when they are doomed, just speechless!Holding my niece in my arms for the first time was that kind of moment for me. She was barely 10 days old, and considering my record with babies, it was risky. But my family forced me to take it anyways, and for them it was a sight to behold. Although I kept my posture in a statue position but inside I was trembling and had goose bumps all over.
All my life, I might not have detested kids, but I preferred to keep a safe distance from them. All those nonsensical endless talks, tantrums, endless demands have always irritated me. I always thought that I lacked the pampering gene required to deal with kids. I used to adore them in photos only, and in person I glared them (when no one was looking) so they won’t come to me.
But holding her & watching her sleep (after I surpassed all that fuss), felt ecstatic to me. And by the end of the day I felt the love towards her that was unknown to me. I wanted her to wake up & notice me, to recognize me, although I was afraid whether I’ll be able to handle her. (b’coz that was a real test, since with all the crying n all). But a day passed and then another and I realized that all my anxiety was senseless. I won’t be bragging if I say that ‘gudda’ (what I lovingly call her) is the sincere most child I’ve ever seen. Apart from her milk-feeding and nappy-changing time, she never cries.
Singing her lullabies,
nursery rhymes, making her do exercise & dance, talking to her the whole
day, telling her all kind of silly stories was the best job I had in years.Even her cries didn’t irritate me anymore, and instead of running away I used to calm her down.(surprisingly I succeeded most of the times.) being around her was very relaxing, she had an aura around her which is hard to describe. I guess all kids must have that, considering the innocence they have….
A week or two later, I was
her officially favorite aunt(although only nidhi di agrees with this). Well, nothing pleased me more. The ability to
make her sleep apart from nidhi di(her mother) felt like a super-power.
Having the best features of her parents, she’s the prettiest child ever. Unlike her parents, I might not have to think about her academics, future and all, but there’s so much more I want to share with her, thing about life I want to teach her. Fairytales, bed-time stories with morals I want to narrate or write for her.
Whenever I hold her, I can feel the bond b/w us. And even if we’ll meet 3-4 times a year in future, I never want that bond to fade…me being her favourite aunt(i am!! ignoring what my cousins say), she being the person I love and care about the most.
Having the best features of her parents, she’s the prettiest child ever. Unlike her parents, I might not have to think about her academics, future and all, but there’s so much more I want to share with her, thing about life I want to teach her. Fairytales, bed-time stories with morals I want to narrate or write for her.
Whenever I hold her, I can feel the bond b/w us. And even if we’ll meet 3-4 times a year in future, I never want that bond to fade…me being her favourite aunt(i am!! ignoring what my cousins say), she being the person I love and care about the most.
-for you aashi, ‘an angel who changed my perception’
you may read this years later, but I want you to know that how I felt from the time I first lay my eyes on you.
love you dear…always have, always will….
you may read this years later, but I want you to know that how I felt from the time I first lay my eyes on you.
love you dear…always have, always will….
