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Baby, i am your puppet on a string...

Making me tumble and swing
trouble's what you bring
strange love
strange how, you control my every little move now
hanging from your strings is all i know

Koop probably had a young lad in mind but the words really do reflect my experience as a first time mom! For most women, the core like a good friend says is to cater to everyone around you willingly so when some one steps in to your life that adamantly insists they need you and you alone; its time to say a big 'oh yeahhhh' that's right I am kind of a big deal around here!

People that know me well enough know straight away that I am not a kids person so when the kit turned green indicating someone taking up space in my belly I worried for it. The baby was going to be my guinea pig! The first two weeks are overwhelming with a paramount feeling of attachment after that it's pretty much like a routine of jumping from task to task. The hormonal interactions are purely chemical and considered to be the most powerful forms in nature, and who was I to fight something like that so I willingly succumbed. The surprise however did not lie in watching my husband choke or seeing my mom tear up when she first saw him, the surprise lay in the 3 a.m toothless grin making you feel like your presence pleases somebody so much and that there is no one else they'd rather see on opening their eyes is sure to bring tears to your eyes. 

As I watch my contemporaries and their kids growing up, I always wonder how S is going  to be, is he going to be a troubled sleeper making me want to say "yeh toh mujhe nichod ke rakh dega" (quoting a friend about her daughter, i couldn't stop laughing for an hour), is he going to squat indian style on the dining table almost giving everyone around a heart attack because he couldn't let himself into the washroom, or is he going to pretend to be helpful just to taste some brew out of the 'oh so interesting' green bottle. For now, I will continue to hum in my sleep while beating my chest giving every one the impression of being possessed.

With baby comes a few good things, 




genes, 





... and some beautiful things that the stork leaves behind.




Comments

Neha Ladha said…
What aye Beauty of a writing. Loved it!! I hope your well!
*hugs*
June 26, 2013 at 8:07:00 PM PDT
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