Some treasures are kept in a hard unbeatable box, away from the prying eyes of people, in a locker far away- hidden from burglars. Some treasures are kept out in open, in a glass box, on the velvet cushion, under a motion sensor alarm, surrounded by formidable guards on alert, for all to see and soak and show off.
But the biggest treasure tends to rest her head on my breast, her small fingers, placed firmly inside my palm, her eyes mischievous, calm, cute and divine. Her smile – the precursor to my smile – wide and genuine. A welcome reminder of how lucky I am. How rich and blessed I am. How grateful and indebted to the universe and Gods I am.
She came in my life 2 years back, but her heart was beating inside me since 10 months before her arrival. I was not what you call a “Motherly” person. I was too self-involved, ambitious and myopic to realize and appreciate the little ones around me. But in my defense, my work/friend circle was made of more of my likes. Yuppie, happy, career oriented, young people.
So, something started moving inside me with the baby. It was my own definition of me, my goals and my wants. My work didn’t feel that important, promotions and recognition were not my goals anymore and even my own body started to feel like a body of an alien. All the things that I held important in the last 3 decades of my life, were now suddenly felt less important. I could feel the center of my universe shift. And now it had moved to my little sunshine. She became my world. Simple
She came with a bang. My body felt withered but my soul felt indestructible. I felt complete and yet I felt like I wasn’t even there anymore. This little bundle of 8lbs was my biggest treasure. She was my world, the center of my universe. She was the most precious thing I ever held in my hands. She still is as precious and as dear to me as she was the day she was born.
This blog is the journal of change I felt within. This blog is the expression of my feelings that my heart weaves after motherhood touched me. This is the experiential outlook of a woman in her 30s who is a first time mom of a wonderful little person. This blog is dedicated to my treasure, my precious, my little one.
I invite you to read it. I hope you like it. And I hope you relate to my feelings and emotions that I experience and try to pour here, as a woman, as a mother, as a protector of my treasure.
Welcome to My Treasure Island. Welcome to my blog.