Happiness is not determined by the frequency of wonderful things happening to you, but only by the duration they last. My daughter, i hope that you engrain yourself with this message and be contented with your life. I might be lying to you if i said that after knowing that you were going to be with us, life was all rainbows and lilies.
After the first week of pregnancy, your mother suffered from terrible nausea. She could barely take down any food without throwing up and she was drained of all her energy. Your mother was slender at that time (not sure how she is now, since it is futuristic for me at this point) and it was doubly hard on her. Throughout the pregnancy, she had different kinds of pain, and why not? You were there inside her, growing every minute and sucking out energy from her. No doubt, mother nature prepares their bodies, but the feeling of another life growing within you and being accountable for that is definitely both unique and tiresome at the same point. Your mom used to tell me that delivery is like two births, one for the baby and one for the mom and i used to think she was exaggerating, what with modern technology and all? However, after being actually in one, it was no exaggeration and no matter, how advanced technology can become, pregnancy is never an easier job and perhaps that is the reason that mothers are placed even above god. I'm sure, you will understand it someday and ask me why i dwelled so much on the pain and not on the wonderfulness of being a mother. I'll perhaps do that as well at some point, but right now, it is time to be grateful to our mothers and if they are next to you, it is time to give them a big hug and a thank you. I must admit, i never thought so much about the trouble of my own mother until i started writing this, though, i believe, i was much easier on her, than u were on your mother (a point, which sadly, no one but me recognizes).
Let us not digress from the suffering. Your mom was suffering, but your dad was too, which was totally due to his own doing. You see, sometimes we think that we are in control of our lives and mentally we chart out the way things are supposed to happen and when they do not happen, we get furious and angry. We forget the fact that something wonderful just happened to us and we do not need to fret over little things. Why, dad, you may ask? My child, i somehow took you for granted, just like everything else that was wonderful in my life. Looking back, i know i stand guilty and perhaps it would best for me (and for all of us as well) to keep reminding ourselves of the wonderful things that are actually present in our life and give them their due importance than to worry about little things.
Another important lesson is to stop fretting things when they do not happen in accordance with our own written screenplay and simply wait for the divine screenplay to kick in. I've lost count of the number of times, i have invited my parents to come to USA. Every time, they rejected it and one fine day, my mom asked us to prepare their documentation. I was thinking that she was kidding with me, but she was actually serious. Your mom was ecstatic and in a matter of weeks, their visa was approved and their tickets were booked. And mind you, this was a few months before we knew you were going to be with us. And i do not need to tell you when they landed in USA, right? Yeah, you guessed it. They landed just in time for us to move to our new place and help us out.
I'm very sure that it would have been equally wonderful and amazing if they arrived at some other time, but it was perhaps a message from god to me to stop charting my own path and trust in divine providence. Also, who else could be better companions to share your happiness of being a father and a house owner? Daughter, do believe that there is a higher power that may not always do the things that you ask, but definitely does things that you need and does it in a fashion that blows your expectations away.
Of course, i do want to stress that this belief is not escapism or wishy washy thinking. I definitely did my job (imagine your mom said i did a good job!) and it was tiresome. But, tiresome as in a good way and that makes you feel happy at night. The first few weeks were fun as it gave us time as a family to do things. The excitement of unpacking boxes, moving things from one place to another and transforming a house to a home was amazing. A wonderful atmosphere, where all of us came together and pitched in as much as each of us could without needing to ask for help or feeling obliged to help.
To, me this is what defines family and i wouldn't trade for anyone else in the entire world.
Do not be discouraged if you don't share similar feelings, because it takes time. Rumor has it that i was a rebel, myself as a kid and i gave hard time to my parents. But, it eventually dawns upon you, the sacrifices and difficulties that your family and especially your parents take for you. And when you realize that, do not lose that, hold that firmly and be thankful. That is all i can say for now.
After the first week of pregnancy, your mother suffered from terrible nausea. She could barely take down any food without throwing up and she was drained of all her energy. Your mother was slender at that time (not sure how she is now, since it is futuristic for me at this point) and it was doubly hard on her. Throughout the pregnancy, she had different kinds of pain, and why not? You were there inside her, growing every minute and sucking out energy from her. No doubt, mother nature prepares their bodies, but the feeling of another life growing within you and being accountable for that is definitely both unique and tiresome at the same point. Your mom used to tell me that delivery is like two births, one for the baby and one for the mom and i used to think she was exaggerating, what with modern technology and all? However, after being actually in one, it was no exaggeration and no matter, how advanced technology can become, pregnancy is never an easier job and perhaps that is the reason that mothers are placed even above god. I'm sure, you will understand it someday and ask me why i dwelled so much on the pain and not on the wonderfulness of being a mother. I'll perhaps do that as well at some point, but right now, it is time to be grateful to our mothers and if they are next to you, it is time to give them a big hug and a thank you. I must admit, i never thought so much about the trouble of my own mother until i started writing this, though, i believe, i was much easier on her, than u were on your mother (a point, which sadly, no one but me recognizes).
Let us not digress from the suffering. Your mom was suffering, but your dad was too, which was totally due to his own doing. You see, sometimes we think that we are in control of our lives and mentally we chart out the way things are supposed to happen and when they do not happen, we get furious and angry. We forget the fact that something wonderful just happened to us and we do not need to fret over little things. Why, dad, you may ask? My child, i somehow took you for granted, just like everything else that was wonderful in my life. Looking back, i know i stand guilty and perhaps it would best for me (and for all of us as well) to keep reminding ourselves of the wonderful things that are actually present in our life and give them their due importance than to worry about little things.
Another important lesson is to stop fretting things when they do not happen in accordance with our own written screenplay and simply wait for the divine screenplay to kick in. I've lost count of the number of times, i have invited my parents to come to USA. Every time, they rejected it and one fine day, my mom asked us to prepare their documentation. I was thinking that she was kidding with me, but she was actually serious. Your mom was ecstatic and in a matter of weeks, their visa was approved and their tickets were booked. And mind you, this was a few months before we knew you were going to be with us. And i do not need to tell you when they landed in USA, right? Yeah, you guessed it. They landed just in time for us to move to our new place and help us out.
I'm very sure that it would have been equally wonderful and amazing if they arrived at some other time, but it was perhaps a message from god to me to stop charting my own path and trust in divine providence. Also, who else could be better companions to share your happiness of being a father and a house owner? Daughter, do believe that there is a higher power that may not always do the things that you ask, but definitely does things that you need and does it in a fashion that blows your expectations away.
Of course, i do want to stress that this belief is not escapism or wishy washy thinking. I definitely did my job (imagine your mom said i did a good job!) and it was tiresome. But, tiresome as in a good way and that makes you feel happy at night. The first few weeks were fun as it gave us time as a family to do things. The excitement of unpacking boxes, moving things from one place to another and transforming a house to a home was amazing. A wonderful atmosphere, where all of us came together and pitched in as much as each of us could without needing to ask for help or feeling obliged to help.
To, me this is what defines family and i wouldn't trade for anyone else in the entire world.
Do not be discouraged if you don't share similar feelings, because it takes time. Rumor has it that i was a rebel, myself as a kid and i gave hard time to my parents. But, it eventually dawns upon you, the sacrifices and difficulties that your family and especially your parents take for you. And when you realize that, do not lose that, hold that firmly and be thankful. That is all i can say for now.
