Mummy pours love on me!!

When I brought her home for the first time, I knew not how I would handle my bundle of joy. She smiled at me, I smiled back. As if her smile asked me “Mom, would you  take care of me?” I replied “yes, love, I would.....  all throughout  my life.” Thus the story begins.

My 1st challenge was the very fact that I was unsure of my ability to hold her, she was like flock of feather. Every time I touched her, there was a shiver in my body “Was I touching her properly, hope my nails doesn't prick her,  pray my clasp isn't too much harsh on her skin.

Mummy knows it best

Then the 2^nd challenge was  taking her to that little tub filled with  shimmering liquid, I made sure to pour in all the softness wrapped in  love. But just before that I put on a confident smile, my hands eager to take a modest portion of Dabur baby massage oil into my palm, gently rub it  stroking softly and then it was into her soft skin. Every drop infused into her skin, her breathe, her tiny arms, feet, chest, the tummy and her face. She glowed, she smiled, she laughed, she giggled, every pore breathed life, every part of her body sparkled with glow. I was relieved, I was at peace.

Mummy pours love

Teaching kids to be responsible through rewards

Motivate to be responsible

Last week I was not feeling too well to carry on the regular chronicles at home. I craved for someone  to support me with all the care and extend a helping hand.

My small daughter has always been my delight but childlike behaviour still rules strong. There are times I find her books all scattered just in those places where they are  least needed. Toys playing hide and seek from all those bizarre looking places. The empty glass still stood tall on the bed, the bed had all those wrinkles which my Grand Ma too did not possess and me yes I with my vocal pitch, my moody swings and “my monstrous side” jump from bed and the whole house swims in rude rhetoric’s.

  I came across a blog in Blogadda" Busy moms share some of their techniques to get kids helping at home"

I really had the urge to go through it and the way the Blog had been written, the whole idea of Mom’s rewarding kids and in return getting rewarded clicked instantly. Kimberly Roman’s technique of rewarding kids in the specific system coined as “virtual buck system” was unique.

Kids are best learners

Breathless-ness taught me to breathe again!!!

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Breathlessness is a feeling

There are days when we feel that so many things are important to us. May be my home needs a revamp, or the car parked in the garage was actually not the one which had the latest brand name or may be my pay scale does not match the figures which many of my friends get at the end of the month, or the vacation which we had was just so ordinary as compared to the “Bali” trip which Rekha could afford and so many more to make life “breathless” or breathing without realizing the actual value of living life.

My "Breathless" moment taught another aspect of life.

The fever had started making turns every day. Every morning I used to get up with all my energy soaring high to run through the day but as the afternoon approached my body used to hunt for a resting place, legs felt the urge to be all numb, head sensed an usual pang of dizziness and my whole being would end up feeling that cold air...energy or vigour could not find a place but thermometer always found one with rising notes.

The doctors had to be consulted, few tests and a few bottles of medicines. Well, that really made me think I would be fine in another few days but as afternoon approached I used to dread my thermometer as the temperature always indicated signs that I wasn’t recovering.

Optimism is good but when continually the body shows indications of a declining health the whole bundle of optimistic bubbles fly away unknowingly. A few more test, every time I used to feel a sense of that sinking feeling “breathlessness” but the tests showed negative results but the" ill-health syndrome" was making the usual visits. No improvement with calendars changing dates.

Fever always showed a positive slope and then finally a name which came up in the Doctor's mind, the symptomatic signs of my ongoing illness had some resemblance with that ailment.

The day had come when I was to go through all the tests, and the result would be announced in 4 days thereafter.

Flowers breathe life

Butterfly was beautiful-My "breathless"phase taught me

Life did not mean anything to me during that phase, those 3 days I had felt a particular feeling of continuous breathlessness, sinking heartbeat knocking me down and the realization that life is more to all the outer pleasures, it’s about living, it’s about breathing, it’s about breathing a healthy life and it’s all about love, care and those small things. Those 3 days had taught me the real essence of life, life seemed so beautiful and I never wanted to leave it, the sunrise, the birds, my loved ones.

life is breathlessly beautiful

And then the day had come. We reached the diagnostic center, the reports had arrived, and the nurse asked us to wait. My Dad actually started his rigorous walks and I was there sitting, heart beats were pumping very harshly, I could feel every jerk,  hands felt as if it had just shaken hands with ice, feet felt numb and rested  motionlessly and the breath ...I was “breathless” when I saw the  little white envelope approaching my side, every breath pleaded me to breathe but I could not, hands frantically tearing the envelope, legs trembling and eyes seeking for that one word “negative”....just that one word had so much power at that time in my life. Then suddenly a gush of breath pumping from the breathless existence, tears rushing, hands rejoicing to see just that one word. I felt life gushing from me, the urge to again feel the beauty of everything and the feeling of breathlessness fading, giving way to small breathing delights, enjoying every bit of life. I thanked universe, but I knew that day what it was to be “breathless” just for those few seconds, for few moments in life, I realized life in the real sense.