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Weekly Photo Challenge: Love

“Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For Love is sufficient unto love.

– Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)

jan 073hdnot much is needed to be said about a mother’s love..

 

jan 033hd.. or for that matter, a father’s!!

Weekly Photo Challenge:Happy

I am quite a bit late for this post. we already have a new theme on the block. But I do have a valid reason for that. The photo that I wanted to post for this theme is very close to my heart so I had kept it very safely, so safely that I couldn’t find it myself, something that always happens with me.

There are a lot of things that make me happy. My husband, my daughter ( she makes me mad also), books, painting, a smiling child, dancing, spending time with friends and family, scrabble, nature’s beauty, oceans, mountains, solitude and many more things. But one that is closest to my heart is this-

 

This is a picture of me, all of nine days old, with my mom, who was herself barely 20 years old. This is one picture that makes me happy every time I look at it. It is very close to my heart. I can never tire of looking at it. My mom’s expression says it all- the happiness of being with her first born and at the same time harboring the apprehensions of being a mother for the first time. HAPPY!!!!

LIFE COMING A FULL CIRCLE- MOTHERING MY MOM

I sure can’t remember, but being a mother myself can imagine how my mom must have taken care of me as a baby. She would’ve fed me, bathed me,clothed me, changed my diapers, responded to all my distress calls and fretted over all little things that involve growing up.

Now she’s at an age when she’s prone to health problems simply because her body is no longer as strong as it used to be. The genetics also start playing their part with a vengeance. So when all seemed fine my 60+ mom, during a routine check up came up with a not so perfect cardiogram.She was advised Angiography which had to be followed by an Angioplasty. And then due to some minor complications she was unable to perform her daily tasks by herself for a couple of days. It was now my turn to be the MOM.

I held her hand as she took her first few steps after the procedure. Bathed her and helped her put on her clothes. Brushed and combed her hair taking care that her tangles did not hurt her. Fed her just as she must have fed me, all with a napkin for a bib and a bed table that acted as the baby-chair. And as her appetite was down due to medications had to cajole and encourage her to eat, saying” one more bite, just one more.” ” You must eat or how will you get strong”, etc and promising treats once she got back on her feet.

All in all it felt good to take care of my mom, though it’s only a fraction of what all she must have done for me.

And my mom wasn’t oblivious to this role reversal that took place and taking it in her stride she sees the lighter side of it all. Laughing she says, “There’s one thing you haven’t done yet. You haven’t sung me a lullaby.”