It seems just like a few days ago. I can still feel her warmth, smell the baby smell and hear her baby snore. So my baby is turning into a fine young princess. A beautiful young princess with a cold and running nose LOL.
When doctors told me she is special girl I did not have any trouble believing them. She was special and I could see that. As days changed into months and months into years, she went on to prove to be special in everyway. I have seen her bring out the best in people. Even the not so good ones. She has smile and love for everyone in the world. She doesn’t know the barriers of countries, caste, creed, color, money, status, age, etc. Not even the importance of human race LOL. For her all creations of God are equal. For her everyone with a ‘HI’ is a friend. Anyone with anger, scowl or growl is ‘Me happy no’. So simple is life in her terms just like her language. To be happy, sad, and angry just happens naturally. No drama. Nope. I remember her saying bye to the ceiling fan before shutting it off. Saying sorry to a pencil for dropping it down.
People who do not see what she sees make all those unnecessary exclamations which has sadly changed her a bit. But inside she is still the same baby with fiery temper which lasts for few minutes. Like it has always been easy to make her happy and smile so is it easy to make her sad and cry. I hope that everybody connected to her will understand her innocence and make her smile always without hurting her … even when I am not around. I send a silent prayer to God to take of our (she just partially belongs to me) little angel always………..
There is a story I would like to share with you, which has always helped me deal with my daughter for all these years. Helped me to restrain myself from making changes to her. Not wanting progress in a hurry. I know deep in my heart that there is reason for everything happening around us.
A man strolling through his garden found a cocoon of a butterfly. He would watch it everyday. One day a small opening appeared. He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could and could go no farther.
Then the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily . Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened. In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around with a swollen body and deformed wings. It was never able to fly.
What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand, was that the restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the small opening of the cocoon are God's (Read "Nature's" if that comforts you) way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon . Sometimes, Struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If God ("Nature", for those who don’t believe in supreme power) allowed us to go through all our life without any obstacles, that would cripple us. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Not only that, we could never fly.
(Source of story : Unknown)
Have a happy flight Farheena… you have squeezed enough power in your wings now.
Wishing my dear girl a very happy 14th Birthday..
At age 3
Aged 5 months
Her own small pond LOL. Always loved being in water
Lucky to have the most loving brother who took her for strolls and took time to explain everything they came across on road.
Wishing my dear girl a very happy 14th Birthday..
At age 3
Aged 5 months
Her own small pond LOL. Always loved being in water
Lucky to have the most loving brother who took her for strolls and took time to explain everything they came across on road.
Beautiful. If only we could all see the world through the eyes of a child, what a wonderful place this world would be.
ReplyDeleteAnd I loved the butterfly story. I can sure relate to that. Our struggles are what make us who we are; they shape our feelings and our attitudes; and they help to give us the strength to endure whatever comes next.
Happy birthday to your sweet little girl (who is not so little anymore!).
Jeff
Enjoyed reading abt ur sweet little girl :)
ReplyDeleteI remember, even i was bidding bye to my room and saying sorry to my chair if I hit it by mistake..in my childhood :)
I have heard that butterfly story from my mom:)
Thanks for good wishes Pratima and Jeff...
ReplyDeleteYour little girl is a princess indeed!This made lovely reading.The "tribute ' To your sister is so heartfelt!
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You daughter has a beautiful smile. God bless her.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry about people hurting her when you are not around Farida. She is the child of a strong woman. She is unbreakable.
Hugs,
Dagny