My little girl makes me proud...each day!

Yesterday (20 december 2011) was 'Photo with Santa' day at my office. The first time I am bringing my daughter to office and the first time she is seeing Santa. I was a little worried because Maay is famous for her shrieks and a little stupid I am, was thinking if it would embarrass me. Shame on me for thinking that actually, I realised that I could never ever be embarrased my by little girl. When we drove and reached the car park near office, she insisted she would walk and didnt let me carry her. I was confident that she is in her energetic mood and wouldnt be a crying baby. But she took me by suprise when I reached our 6 th floor, where the photo shoot was happening. She walked on her own, went near people, laughed, clapped her hands and was dancing with joy. I couldnt be a more proud mother. My colleagues were surprised and were telling me what a happy baby she is. I was so happy, so proud and so excited. Being a child who hardly meets anyone (having grand parents take care of her at home), she is quite social and charming. She is an attention seeker and she does something or the other cute to grab that attention. I cannot wait to put her in play school for atleast a day and see how well she enjoys it. Hmm, all is well, but she did get a bit scared seeing Santa and his beard for the first time and started to cry. Everywhere else, she was just great. I took her to my desk, showed her around to my colleagues and she went closer to them, herself and started smiling, giving them her bunny to show that she likes them, etc. etc. God, am I the usual my-daughter-is-the-best-in-the-world boasting mother or is she really too special ? I guess a bit of both, actually:)

First hurt while playing

Yesterday - 12/12/11 Maya has her first hurt while playing. She was running around in our hall and fell on her face while she was walking towards us. Her teeth struck against her lips and started bleeding a little. A very little I guess, but both me and Uday were shocked and it broke our hearts. May be we will get used to it in due course when she starts playing much more. A sweet sport that she is, she immediately became ok when we took her to the tap and she started playing with water. While I was pressing water very softly against her lips, hoping she wouldnt notice, I couldnt help but think how much more hurt parents get when children get hurt and how my mother would have felt when I was bleeding profusely during my epidural injection. That small wound of mayas stayed in my mind for a long time. I wish I can be as sportive as her and be what I would like to call, a cool mom! Let me see how it goes.

Dad

My dad is here with me to help me take care of Maya while I am at work. I never thought that it would be this helpful, he helps me entirely with maya - to bath her, feed her, play with her and also helps me with cooking. Its such a huge moral support that I never ever imagined it to be. Yesterday, we were just talking about how girls of teenage get harrased by boys. I too passed that age and was so scared that it is entirely my fault if someone follows me. Then my dad said, I never told you this, but when you were in 11th or 12th standard and used to go to school in your Sunny, there used to be a college boy who would follow you. I noticed it for a couple of days, then I let you pass, then blocked that guy and started hitting him near Tea shop. Everyone who only saw me as a calm, indian bank manager started wondering what has got into him and then I told them that I am generally a calm person, but when someone disturbs my girls, I wouldnt let them do it. Then the T shop owner scared that guy off saying if that girls Uncle(politician) comes to know, he would kill you. Just run away. I never told you this cuz you were always very scared and timid". That moment, I realised, no matter to whom I am special or not, I had always been a special little girl to my father. I looked so proudly at my husband, who always somehow thought that I might not have been that pampered as he used to be.

My dad actually cares so much about me, even now. Ever since I got married, somehow I always had been feeling too matured, always taking care and not being taken care of. I felt emotionally worn out because I couldnt see anyone caring about me as much as I care about them. In a long time now, i actually feel pampered and being treated special, to worry about my rest and relaxing. It does feel super great:)