The hope of holding on vs. the fear of letting go. What is the right
balance in motherhood?
For the first one year, as you feed your child each morsel of food and
watch her take her first tottering steps holding on to your hand as an anchor,
you feel pain and love as you probably have never felt before. Your world
expands, your heart contracts, each time the two small hands unerringly turn to
you in her sleep, each time she smiles her toothless smile at you, each time
you soothe away her irrational fears, each time you read her favourite bed-time
story and she falls asleep, curled up in your lap. You hold on to each fragment
of memory, even as they pass by in a blur.
Then comes the day when she steps out, alone, for the first time, to her
playschool or her daycare, leaving home and you. She cries, probably only for
few days but you cry longer. You agonize about each cough, each cold,
each bruise, each bullied hurt, each imagined hurt, each moment of her life
away from you, in her own, growing world.
Time flies.
Her world expands. The sandpit, the playground, the books, the toys, the
friends, the teachers.
She finds them all.
You are still there but no longer needed every step of the way.
You watch her grow.
Your heart fills up with pride.
Yes, sometimes also with unbearable pain, when the first sign of
rebellion strikes and tantrums replace the sunny smile, when the door slams in
your face, when angry words and silence meet your futile attempts at
disciplining the unreasonable demands.
But you know this too shall pass.
“You are my best friend”, Mummy she laughs when you cook her favourite
food or take her on a holiday.
Your eyes fill up with tears, tears you hide quickly, tears you dare not
show. You smile.
And you know that very soon that day will come.
Each year, you will have to let go a little bit more.
Each year, she will grow older and be more independent, a little bit
more.
Till the day she leaves home and starts her own life, ready to face the
world with the knowledge and courage that you have given her.
You hope you will be ready to let go then. And you hope that at 17, just
as at 7, she will still consider you her best friend and share with you her
darkest thoughts, her deepest fears, her wildest dreams. That by letting go,
you will forge forever the unbreakable tie of love and friendship, love that
has no expectations, no boundaries and no end.
You let go.
Nice one!
ReplyDeletethank you so much Rahul.
ReplyDeletehi debleena ... BEAUTIFULLY written!!!! at less just over a year of motherhood, i'm already feeling some of what you've described soooo eloquently!
ReplyDeletethanks so much..yes, it is such a fine balance between holding them close and letting them be, letting them develop their individuality and just being there for them when they need us..
ReplyDeleteWonderful blog. Though I don't have a child there was some chord that struck me too.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to whatever you say. Very neatly put to words.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much lopa. That really means a lot to me
ReplyDeleteAbhishekda, thank you so much and yes, I realized what I wrote wasn't true just for mothers, fathers feel the same way too.....Will call later.
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