How do you do do you do the things that you do ? Noone I know could ever keep up with you

I wonder how mothers who have more than one child do what they do. And by the ‘what’, I am not referring to the additional nursing, nurturing and care-taking. Instead I wonder, how are they able to handle this kind of love all over again ?

Being a mother requires a lot of strength from within. And some Oscar-worthy acting. You wear a friendly, flippant mask on the outside, pretending to be the same person you were before baby, while inside all you do is think and pray and hope that no harm comes your child’s way. Suddenly your memories, dreams and hopes become so insignificant compared to the memories, dreams and hopes you have for your children.

Ri makes an emotional rock-fest out of her father and I, endearing us with her soft skin, twinkling eyes and above all her complete and unswerving trust in us as parents. That in the most part is the most humbling experience of all, there is no superstar complex her.

In the midst of grins and giggles, there is always an underlying feeling that we may never be good enough for her. Why did she chose us ? I mean, look at us, bumbling along life, we don’t really have everything figured out and wham, she trusts her perfect little being with us !?!

When I think of having a second baby, the idea of going through a pregnancy, heart-burny third trimester, dramatic labor pain and
non-stop nursing, seem easy to make peace with compared to learning how to handle the intense emotions that accompany being
a parent. I am but amused while this little ball of baby helps me
soul-search, helping me understand my priorities in life in simple and sweet ways.

To all the mothers out there, the ones who love their only child whole-heartedly and the ones who are strong enough to love like that all over again, here’s to you and you and you.

God bless all our children……

Blog Title : How do you do ? – Cascada ( Roxette had a version of this song as well)

When I see you smile See a ray of light Oh see it shining right through the rain

Better late than never, I convince myself as I begin to write about
Ri, 3 days before she turns 3 months old.
The writer in me wanted to write about it all; my labor, her birth, how her father and I stared at her, crying, only pausing to ask each other what we had ever done to deserve this little bundle of divinity. I wanted to record each day for posterity, binding it all together in a diary which she could read and remember in the years to come. My best laid plans never fail to remain true to their name, at best 'laying' in my head ! Better late than never, I convince myself as I begin to write about Ri, 3 days before she turns 3 months old.
I have always viewed God as a great leveler, someone who continually ensures that the best things in the world are available for free, like a vision of the ocean or a baby's smile. Now, I am tempted to thrown in $2.91 for a chilled bottle of Corona but let's stick to nature-esque things for now. I'm pretty sure that the guy who paid top dollar for a night at the Royal Penthouse Suite in President Wilson, Geneva may not necessarily feel that way but in my own simple penthouse-free world, Ri's smile confirms my view on God and his leveling.
Having Ri has helped me make peace with myself in ways that I never thought possible.I feel strangely liberated. Life becomes easier when you don't obsess about yourself so much.You then find time to enjoy your baby's smile. And, write about it.

Blog Title : When I See You Smile – Bad English