There were days when you were carrying her on your front waiting for that one day, when she would give a peek of herself and you would get over with what you have bared up with for nine months. And when she did, you start missing those indescribable beautiful feeling of kicks..
The initial post natal days are so tough that you wish the baby would grow up soon so that you can be free again and be not bound for breast feeding. And when she stands on her own, you feel how big she has grown and wish for the cute days once more when she would beat her legs in happiness, making the old bed creak…
The day I start missing her babyhood
is very near…
And then, there would be soon one day when she is so independent, that she can be on her own in a day care or with relatives and then to school, moving to her own bed and maybe one day demanding a room, leaving RK and me to watch her grow to a young woman….
The day I would start missing her childhood…
What a dilemma…
