My daughter is close to her 2nd birthday. She is turning more and more human, in a sense that she now understands and expresses emotions. Though mine was a case of love-at-first-sight, she is kinda experimenting with love in her own unique ways.She is slowly discovering that I can be trusted and she can count on me for support. She now runs to me for comfort when her mother, who has a pepper-hot temper, scolds her for apparent silly things like stuffing fingers in her mouth, pooping on the floor and not on the potty, wetting the bed etc. And though I understand that her mother may be right, I cannot stand without suffering a heart meltdown when I see her tiny face with lips curled up….
I have had several love affairs, but this current love affair with my daughter is completely fresh and unique. I miss her when in office, when I climb the stairs of my apartment the excitement builds in that I would be seeing her soon, I hate it when I leave in the morning for office and she cries and runs to me and holds my trousers. I love to watch her excitement to see me at night when I return. I love buying cloths, chocolates and toys for her, more than I buy for myself. I love it and take great pride in the fact that only I (and not her mother) can put her to sleep at night. She sleeps only when she’s next to me and I have to hug her, before her mother takes over and I move out to another bed. On certain nights she wakes-up and cries for me and I move her to my bed. I love it when she sleeps on my chest and I feel her faint heartbeats. I take secret joy in hearing from her mother that she is a complete papa's girl.
It hurts when I think that one day she would be on her own and perhaps move out of our lives, but I keep reminding myself that that’s a long way down and all I should do now is to enjoy her company and see her grow from that tiny pulsating dot which the gynecologist showed us on the computer screen while scanning her newly pregnant mother, to a woman who makes her own choices in life. But taking a cue from the weekend holidays which has almost passed-Life and weekend holidays have one thing in common, they pass much too sooner than you realize.