Hat's off to all the mothers who personally take care of their children without the aid of a yaya. Their patience is incredible. I love you, Aya. But now I understand why my mom was always exasperated when my sister was only a baby. Taking care of a child is hard work. Imagine if I had to take care of Aya everyday. I would lose my mind.
Yes, I have a daughter now. It's been sometime since I was able to post anything here. But I guess today is a good day as any to re-start this habit. It has been my experience that I tend to write whenever there is something important happening in my life. Having a child is one thing that obviously is of importance.
Having Aya has changed my life entirely. Before her, everything I thought about, dreamt about, was always centered on myself. Now, I also think about her. In fact, most of the time, I think about her and how she will grow up, what type of person she will be, what things she will like and love. Would she have the same interests like me? Will she love me as much as I love her? Will my family love her, the way that they love me? A thousand questions, probably. I will relish the chance to see how these questions are answered eventually.
I love you, Aya. Please forgive Dada if sometimes I do not know how to properly take care of you. But I am trying, my dear. Dada will take good care of you even if it means sacrificing some of my dreams so that you may realize yours.
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