BLOG POST 9: Tiny Feet

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 Let me be truthful here. I have never loved babies. When my friends went 'Awwwww sooooo cuteeeeee' whenever a baby post came up, my eyes would go rolling upwards wondering what was cute.
We joined a team of doctors during their rounds. While they were busy interrogating the newborn mothers, a cute little one's tiny pink feet caught my attention. It kept kicking in the air and this just sent my thoughts wandering. I wondered what my baby would look like. I felt a sudden rush of emotions filled with so much love for this tiny one. What a beautiful experience it must be - 'motherhood'. It must have been such a blissful moment for our parents too. It's natural for us to not realise how beautiful this moment must have been for them because we are so busy growing up and settling our lives. My father often says, 'Njagalk ni kunjaa' (meaning - u r still a baby to us) in the middle of his lectures. This comment was followed by me curling my lips in disdain and looking away. I've never felt the true essence of these three words. But it must be true isn't it? They have seen us when we were so tiny, when we just took our first breath, when we made our first cry, when we said our first words, when we took our first step and so much more. Every time we make a mistake, all they see is us taking our first steps no matter how old we grow.
I would like to end this post specially thanking my father and mother for creating such a beautiful life for me and also all my readers who find time to read the thoughts I share. Oh and I may post my own tiny little cute one's feet in another three or four years if God allows. Fingers crossed!!
Hi! I'm David's mom and I love science and tea. I am a strong advocate of the Ubuntu philosophy "I am because you are." This is my personal blog where I share my life stories and learnings. Green is my favourite colour primarily because I appreciate nature. Green symbolizes elements like harmony, health, and family, which are some causes I care about the most. I hope you have fun reading my blog!

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