Anyone who has had a baby will tell you that it is the most
remarkable feeling. You are responsible for that little body, those tiny hands,
feet and that angelic face. You now know what it feels like to be loved in a
way u could never be loved by anyone else. That is parental love, the best kind
of love. That feeling you both get when you share a laugh/hug with your little one,
priceless. The little angel(s) who looks to you for protection, guidance and
love.
The bad and enraging
moments are outweighed by the good times. My daughter is 3 now and I struggle
with the decision of how many more children I should have due to that bit of
selfishness I feel. At the moment I seem to be stuck on the idea of her being
the only child against everyone’s horror. My main reason for this is freedom
lol, yeah I miss waking up when I want, how I want and planning as I go, at the
moment everything is about routine. At times she isn’t able to communicate with
me effectively; quite a bit frustrating especially when she starts getting
hysterical.
Then I see a new born baby and I just melt and think okay
maybe one more some time in the future, but then I would also start toying with
the idea of a big family with 3 kids. Nonetheless I have decided to let the
future decide and let things be. I am addicted to her or maybe the kind of love
we share, I can’t imagine going weeks without seeing my baby girl.
When the day comes and I’m old and grey I hope to have
mostly sweet memories of my children. Even as I die I will take with me the
gift of their love, which is the purest kind.
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