(A post was due on her birthday, here is what I come with after one year and one month of this beautiful gift in my life…)
As Taber cling on to me, grasping the corner of my shirt, I give up.
For last almost an hour (which seems like ages) I have been trying to go to the loo. But the way my lovely daughter wants me to be around her makes me decide to wiat for another few minutes.
Finally, I sit back and decide to be with her. I see her innocently playing give and take with me and with every move she sounds excitedly :”ayya” and giggles out what seems to be the most innocent sound I have ever encountered in my life.
I think of these carefree days…
I foresee her as a grown up, responsible person. Responsibilities that only add-on in life…
She hides her behind the chair and peeks a boo! I tend to be frightened by her little move and hug her tightly… Another beautiful laughter blows out of her mouth and I feel more in love.
With every laughter she has, a stream of prayers comes out..I wish her smile, her innocence always be catered, the innocence grown in the form of purity of her thoughts. May her life be free of hassles, hardships, pain. May she find the key to contentment, may she find love and laughter, peace and harmony, may she be blessed with bliss…
Tabeer stands up under the table and calls “Aya” again. Aya is me. As she learns the art of balancing on her little feet, I feel like being of her age again. Carefree, knowing that someone’s there to hold me on every fall.
I miss my mom.
Next thing I know is Im under the table playing with her.