September's Whift; Motherhood's Gift

September! is the most significant month in my life. The month when I was bestowed with a most precious gift; was my son on September 10. Though now he is in his late twenties, the day, he was born is vivid in my memory and comes back to me with a waft of fragrant wind blowing and touching me gently, caressing our lives with elation and excitement. I still grow crazy as I recall with pleasure how I was wonderstruck looking at his tender body. A baby’s smile is the purest thing on earth ever found, there was magic in his smile, and I found myself too smiling. His smile was like a bright sun shining. The feeling wouldn’t sink in for days as I looked at him. My baby was my flesh and blood and I took care of him as if he was my ‘external body’. Suddenly it dawned on me that maternity and motherhood have transformed me completely. As I tucked him to sleep, his hands always clutched me tight. With tender feet he walked, he called me ‘mom’ and I loved his lisping. My priorities changed automatically. Professional commitments took back seat I was reveling in the joy of motherhood.

The magical memory of his playful pranks, mistakes and mischiefs remain enshrined in my mind, True, memories are indispensable. Every year celebrating his birthday with panache was a ritual that we indulged in with great fanfare. Preparations started many days before to buy the essential, streamers and balloons, return gifts and wrapping papers, wafer chips, paper napkins, plastic plates etc. Cake would be baked at home and everytime it had to be different decorated with sweet beads and gems, perfect icing with sugary waves of rose and pineapple. I used to blow balloons and attach them wherever I could.