My son is about to turn 11-months-old. Till now I have been
his world. He turns to me for comfort, looks at my face for approval, turns
back to notice my expressions. In short, I command a significant role in his
brand new Universe.
Sometimes, it gets exhausting. I feel like telling him to go
and explore life beyond me. But then he is a baby. And where have these 11
months gone. I truly have no idea. They seem to have passed in a jiffy. Soon,
he’ll a grown up boy who would need his own space. And I will be the one who
would pine for these very moments where he can simply look at me.
Thank you my son. You mean the world to me.
Mumma
No comments:
Post a Comment