The first time I saw her, I just wanted to hug her and tell her how much I loved her. I had waited for this moment for a long time, to get the first glimpse of her had been too hard to resist. I did not let my parents know how happy I was to get her (after all, I am a man!), even though I knew how happy they were. It was as if they had waited their entire life for this day! The day when my wife delivered a baby, our daughter. (I am proud to have a daughter, I secretly wished for one!)
As I
entered the room my wife was in, (though the room was air conditioned I was
sweating profusely) she smiled at me and directed her eyes towards the baby
that was sleeping peacefully in the cradle. I went to my wife and hugged her.
My life had got a different meaning after she came into my life two years ago,
this same day! She hugged me back with all her love and her eyes overflowed
with tears (as I had expected) .To the extent I knew her, tears showed up in
her eyes only when she was happy, she is a strong woman.
After the
brief hug, I went to see my daughter. That little one which is going to share
the love that belonged only to me and my wife. As I neared her, I could see the
fragile outline of her.
She was
very small than what I’d expected. Her eyes, as small as pea, were closed in
deep slumber. Her hands were the length of my palm and her fingers were folded
to a fist, not so tight. I tried to open the fist but thought it would hurt
her, just touched her fingers and pulled my hand back. Thoughts of how my
parents would have felt the day I was born, how this little one did not know
how grand her welcome to the family would be, how my wife was feeling right
now, though unspoken, were creating a cacophony in my mind.
For the
last 9 months, I was just wondering, how the little one would look like. How my
wife would feel the baby inside her every single day throughout the entire
period. How would it be to feel a living thing inside you!! The one thing that
made me envious of my wife. I would constantly ask her how she felt and she
would tell me, being pregnant does not show just physically, but mentally too.
Yes, true! I had seen it. From the day the doc confirmed the news, she was
altogether a different lady. Each day my love as well as respect for her has
grown over these years.
As I sat
near the cradle recollecting my thoughts, tears blurred my vision. My love for
my daughter overflowed; I had no intention to control. “With arms wide open”
(The Band –Creed’s song) made its way to my mind…
