The voice that made me a "Mother"!

As soon as the epidural kicked in, my nervousness turned into chaos. 

“Why have you cut my leg?” I screamed. I yelled at Grandma, not realizing it was just the sedative making the procedure easier. I must have sounded ridiculous to her. She laughed and said, “There is something called trust!” 

With that belief, she went ahead with the surgery, and within moments, the womb was empty. Then, with jittery, twinkling eyes, there came a voice that echoed through me, making me realize that I was a mother. Our journey had started nine months earlier, but the warmth you brought into my lap and my arms filled me with everything I could ever ask for.

Capturing every moment and nurturing each other, we grew, we bonded, we chatted, and we became friends. You became my partner in late-night conversations, midnight munching, games, and in sharing everything; even through silence when words weren't needed. 

The most annoying moments were when you would poke my left arm around 1 or 2 a.m. just to check if I was still awake. Boy, that annoyance was something I missed terribly when you moved to the dorm. While we cared for and carried each other through thick and thin, you grew into a gentle soul, bringing comfort and courage that helped us sail through every challenge. 

Baaplu it is unbelievable to put into words how blessed I feel to say this: “,Papa had his own beautiful way of loving and guiding you, and may not always have found the words to express it. He was immensely proud of you then and would be immensely proud of you now. Also, I don't even need to write down how wonderful a brother you are to Chinchin: his very own mini-dad. :)

As for me, I promise you this: I will always walk beside you with all my heart, all my strength, and unwavering faith in the man you are becoming. No matter how old you get or where life takes you, you will never walk alone. I will always be here to hold you close, support your dreams, and remind you of how deeply you are loved. 

Happy 21st my baby!