Her soft touch feels like a gossamer soft feather caressing my cheek. Her eyes sparkle like large, languid pools of mischief almost too big on her pretty face. She looks at me with an unwavering stare, unblinking, her look almost searing its way through my soul. Her smell, nay fragrance is divine. I close my eyes and whiff in the floral tones that linger long on my skin even after she is gone. And, her smiles, the fleeting ones, sometimes giggly at other times full blown laughter melt my heart into small gooey puddles of warm chocolate.
She is a friend’s little baby girl who is absolutely a delight to be around. I can’t tell you how much I look forward to carrying her in my arms and spending time with her. Children, oh they are just so spectacularly pure, so beautiful and warm; they win your heart even when they don’t give you any attention.
It is an open secret that I wanted a girl but nature had other plans. It is not to say that I don’t love my boys with all my heart. Just that in some tiny part of my heart, I miss not having a girl. Children are a blessing in so many wonderful ways. They make us more humane, more responsible and more loving. When they are tiny, you hold them tightly and take each step gingerly being extra cautious due to the precious load in your arms. As they grow older, you try your best to shield them from falls and minor injuries knowing fully well that those are inevitable and part of the growing up process.
As they get yet older, you want to hug them and protect them from the abuses, the heartbreaks, and the harshness of the cruel world. Of course, you can’t hole them up inside the home, isolated and insulated. So, you equip them to handle the big, bad world themselves. You hover in the shadows as you watch them handle the insults and the bullying and smile secretly when they deal with it capably. Your heart wrenches every time they fight back a tear, every time they hurt, but you hold back and let each tiny incident work towards making their experiences richer.
Just in case you were wondering, no I don’t want to have any more little kids around me. I have brought up two, and I know the hard work they entail. I love little kids as long as they belong to someone else :). I don’t know how I did it, but now the thought of all that work makes me feel so tired :). Yes, I still love playing with them and more importantly enjoy my interactions with them – sometimes moody, at other times comic but almost always fun!
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