Don't believe that you start loving your child immediately after he/she is born.
No.. It takes time .(at least it did for me & a few other mothers I know)
After Maya was born I waited for that overwhelming feeling .that surge of maternal love that I was supposed to feel. And I waited .
Well .it just didn't come! The tears, that tugging at your heartstrings like they show in movies . I felt nothing like that. (well it does happen .but the tears are of pain & relief & u do love a tiny little baby, the way u love a cuddly puppy, or a tiny helpless kitten if u get what I mean) & I kept thinking …’What’s WRONG with me???’ ![]()
But for that feeling of 'I brought this little life into this world', 'She's part of me', 'She's mine MINE ' ..THAT takes some time to sink in.
And then when u start loving .it becomes so difficult to let go
After a while, (when the fact that I was a mother sunk in & all the feelings I'd been waiting for had surfaced) there was another dilemma.
Now I couldn't bear the thought of Maya not needing me the way I needed her, not missing me the way I missed her. I started working from home just so that I could be with her.
Now 4 years later I've resumed coming to office. I leave Maya with my parents'in-law or my parents. She is quite independent & a happy child.
But then time & again when I become possessive I try and remember what Khalil Gibran wrote in his book 'The Prophet' on children
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, “Speak to us of Children.”
And he said:‘Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.’
- maya ki mummy