The Day at Day care!

Best joy of life is certainly spending time with kids.. Being part of their world and getting the honor when they make you part of their life.

I have indeed been always fond of children, from childhood all my cousins loved me. Then growing up had its own fun.. Friends and their kids both adored me, I had been best company to both. and as I moved on with the stages of life.. Motherhood blessed me. Got my best gift from Baba.. "Hrihaan". He was a begged gift post the most sad loss of my life.

Yes, I would never be ashamed to admit that boy was always what I wanted. Not because of the Indian fobia of expanding the breed but I always feel that only a boy will be able to go along with my way of life.. Carefree, rebel and without complications. Baba blessed me!
But the blessing certainly hasn't come with full of gratitude..I as my nature had been short tempered with that too. People call it post paterm depression or whatever they call it, my husband call it " wife's are mad". No fault of his, he had been the victim most of the time with all tantrums I threw for being bounded and grounded.

How much though I love my little boy it has always irritated me to become so depended on people for everything, from bio breaks to parlor breaks, from getting normal grocery to all my shoppings.. Just so dependent.. Sitting at home and waiting for someone to be there.. And then the D day came near, dates for my joining back.. And all these 5 months just flashed in front of my eyes.. All those nights of cuddling, days of talking, caring, bathing, laughing, playing , always being on toes for those lil hands, sun bathing and all those endless moments we had together.. Just me and Hrihaan.. Our lil world and now the lil world is in somebody else hands.. my boy sessions and visit to his day care.. And I being a silent spectator!
How jealous I feel.. All our moments getting snatched away.. my world being swindled in somebody else arms but his eyes on me.. Constantly on me.. And here I am penning down the thoughts for I know that all those moments would never come again.. Life will get busy, weekends busier, my boy will grown up and grow out of my arms.. And just like all lil wonders here, my boy will also get busy in his own world .. And of course, he will not remember these moments.. Moments so safe in my heart.. And treasured forever.. 

Love A :) :)