That was then. And now as three of us surround the cradle of our littlest five month old buttercup, each of us trying to draw her attention as we clench our fists in almost uncontrollable spasms of emotions of 'cho chweet', it surprises me how much unquestionably we love her--I love her, he loves her, and she loves her too. Most importantly, I realise that parenthood is about learning that there is this 'one variety' of love that actually has this ability to duplicate, multiply and keep growing with each heartbeat. I now know that 'there is no favorite child'. Our children are us, and there is no choosing between my two kidneys or my two ears, and that is what our children are...they are the eyes and ears and mouth and mind and all that, that we will leave behind us, and we love them all just as we loved the first one alone.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
When my first born was born, I discovered a 'variety' of love--the love for her, so different in depth and quality than anything I had ever known in life till then. She became the most natural recipient of all that I had worth giving. And I often heard myself saying, "really, is this what 'love' is?" I know hubby changed as a person too, he grew into a strict yet fuzzy person he never knew he could be . And then my belly started to grow with another little one growing inside it. Hubby declared that I could love whoever I wanted as much as I wanted, but his love for Miss Sunshine will remain 'unchanged and undiminished'.