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now a a mommy

2009-02-05T15:44:00.001-08:00

I have not written for some days now.. I guess one is still getting used to being a grandmother, to having a new member in our family, to having become part of a new generation: that of grand. parents.

Time is a strange master. If it can fly at the speed of light it can also hang around your neck like a millstone. Memory travels the time line quite unabashedly leaving you bewildered. As I see pictures of this little babe, my mind goes back to the day when I held my on little one for the very first time and looked deep into her eyes, counted her little toes and fingers and fell in love. Today that little Angel is experiencing the same feeling and I am a little lost not quite grasping the miracle in front of me.

It will take time, time to get used to the fact that my little girl is now a mommy.

First massage

2009-01-25T19:47:00.001-08:00

waiting for Agastya Noor

2009-01-25T19:37:00.000-08:00

We waited the stipulated nine months but nothing prepared me for the harrowing 36 hours preceding his arrival. His mom went into labour on a Tuesday morning and AN came into our world on Wednesday night. I spent those hours helpless and lost, waiting for the call that would tell me that the baby had arrived.

I must admit that it was my baby I was worried about.

I cannot recall the number of calls I made to my doctor asking him for advise and reassuring. Nothing seemed to be working the way one had planned. A few hurried phone calls to London with no news made it worse. I knew my little girl was brave, but then how brace do you expect anyone to be. My thoughts went back to the day I first held her. I had simply fallen in love with the little bundle. Nothing could ever make me forget that day. How much time had flown by. There she was at the threshold of experiencing the same feeling: the one you get when you first lay eyes on your first born.

Those thirty hours went sleepless. I had even forgotten the excitement of being at grand mom. All that mattered was to be told that my baby was well.

When the call finally came in the dead of night I barely listened to the whine of the baby that my other daughter held near the phone, I only wanted to know how his mom was. I was a mother, being a grandmother could wait

Infant's smile

2009-01-24T22:02:00.000-08:00

The child comes toddling in, and young and old
With smiling eyes its smiling eyes behold,
And artless, babyish joy;
A playful welcome greets it through the room,
The saddest brow unfolds its wrinkled gloom,
To greet the happy boy.

If June with flowers has spangled all the ground,
Or winter bleak the flickering hearth around
Draws close the circling seat;
The child still sheds a never-failing light;
We call; Mamma with mingled joy and fright
Watches its tottering feet.

Perhaps at eve as round the fire we draw,
We speak of heaven, or poetry, or law,
Or politics, or prayer;
The child comes in, 'tis now all smiles and play,
Farewell to grave discourse and poet's lay,
Philosophy and care.

When fancy wakes, but sense in heaviest sleep
Lies steeped, and like the sobs of them that weep
The dark stream sinks and swells,
The dawn, like Pharos gleaming o'er the sea,
Bursts forth, and sudden wakes the minstrelsy
Of birds and chiming bells;

Thou art my dawn; my soul is as the field,
Where sweetest flowers their balmy perfumes yield
When breathed upon by thee,
Of forest, where thy voice like zephyr plays,
And morn pours out its flood of golden rays,
When thy sweet smile I see.

Oh, sweetest eyes, like founts of liquid blue;
And little hands that evil never knew,
Pure as the new-formed snow;
Thy feet are still unstained by this world's mire,
Thy golden locks like aureole of fire
Circle thy cherub brow!

Dove of our ark, thine angel spirit flies
On azure wings forth from thy beaming eyes.
Though weak thine infant feet,
What strange amaze this new and strange world gives
To thy sweet virgin soul, that spotless lives
In virgin body sweet.

Oh, gentle face, radiant with happy smile,
And eager prattling tongue that knows no guile,
Quick changing tears and bliss;
Thy soul expands to catch this new world's light,
Thy mazed eyes to drink each wondrous sight,
Thy lips to taste the kiss.

Oh, God! bless me and mine, and these I love,
And e'en my foes that still triumphant prove
Victors by force or guile;
A flowerless summer may we never see,
Or nest of bird bereft, or hive of bee,
Or home of infant's smile.

Victor Hugo

Agastya Noor

2009-01-24T16:24:00.001-08:00

Agastya Noor born on January 21, 2009.