I’m Growing up with her!

      

 

Sometimes, we wonder how life eggs on us to travel, just to endure the ebbs and flows which at the end, frame us as a perfect individual.The raise and fall, happiness and sorrows, success and failures are the part and parcel of life. What makes us befuddle, are the piecemeal changes that happens now and then. For a 90’s kid like me, there are stories to share and memories to enshrine, and definitely the life’s corridor has always given us abounding seasons, to look out and watch, what has changed so much till now.

In consecutive time of 27 years, I have been distinctive, my goals were soaring, my dreams were incomprhensible. I flew higher and higher, fallen many a times , but got up like nothting happened. I travelled so much to learn ,as I feel nothing can teach you better like travelling does. I have enjoyed my life to the fullest being with my friends.I hanged out, came late at night and there was nobody to stop me. I was molested, by known and by unknown. Before I could realise it , the world seemed so perilous. I fell head over heels in love with someone, fought years to prove that my decision is sturdy.

All through the pragmatic ride as well as hysterical dramas, the one celebration that happened which I would cherish for ever is the little lady of my life who was born out of me. The day I held her in my arms, made me understand how being a mom is not as simple as that it is. Right before the period when I was carrying her in my womb , I never gave a serious thought on how my mom would have felt seeing me growing up. This episode of being a mother involves a roller coaster journey that is way too challenging than the other chapters of life. Sadly, It never gave me any emotional horripilation, when my mom explained her sacrifice that she put forth to bring me up. But now, I realise that the sacrifice gives exquisite contentment as the smile on her face ends my day tireless.

I had to take a break from travelling, I had to make my dreams short-lived for a while, I had to end doing adventures for a while. All these together once suppressed me and altogether I was drowned in depressions until I realised she is not even grown up to understand what dream is. I assured myself to show her the world and take her along in whatever I do.

The anticipation and jitters my mom had , when I was late to home from office or from party, I never gave a damn and was totally bothered to have been, now and then guided for being too independent . Now, I feel the poor soul was ,after all my mom, who will be the first one to break down and shatter if something would have happened to me. When the world is becoming ill-equipped, it’s my responsibility to teach my little one to take a stance before she steps out.

The phase in Child’s life doesn’t teach only them, but it makes us recognise, we are growing up along with them. Like it’s said, they are born out of us, but the society grows them up! The ego, taking self pride , the diversification, squabbles, are all subtle and nearly zero in their lives. I wonder how far I have travelled scribbling on someone’s life and leaving a mark unknowingly or knowingly.

It’s not that we are leading a life, to leave the foot prints for the children to follow, They travel along to make us comprehend, how we were and how we are !

I think I’m growing up with her!