The child is for her very special, The child is for her more than a pretty visual, The child is for her a heavenly bestowal. Mother and child make a perfect pair, Mother and child exchange mutual care, Mother and child a wonderful joy they share. My daughter was born a little over three years ago. I was suffused with an overwhelming fear, the fear of being completely responsible for the physical, psychological and intellectual welfare of this tiny mewling piece of heaven. Karuna s mother seems to be the most natural thing in the world.
Every step is charted, every obstacle surmounted, every new development delighted in.
I have watched as my baby, who didn t even know how to suckle when born, went on to smile, turn, crawl, walk, talk, and think for herself. She is her own person, with definite ideas on what to wear, where to go, what to eat, and who to be friends with. Right now, I am up on the winner s tally, but I fear this won t be the case much longer. But through it all, I smile, for it brings back the best memories of my childhood, my battles with my sparring partner my mother. But there are times when she needs emotional sustenance usually when she wakes up in the morning and goes to sleep at night, when she s ill or hurt, or when something frightens her.