I'm a daddy now.
Life has changed permanently for me from 9th May 2009 19:33 hrs GMT when I saw my little little baby girl arriving in this big big world...
I don't know how to describe the feeling of seeing your offspring for the first time, the pleasure of taking her into your arms and the rejoice of hearing her cry out for the first time...She is immediately a part of my heart... Its seventh-heaven.
They say we pass through very few milestones in your life before the finale. As a kid or as an adolescent I remember the date when I first bunked class to watch Rangeela, first day in College, my first bike and car, the day I proposed to my first love, first time I flew in an aircraft and even more trivial things like that. But the first big day in our life would probably be the wedding day, but there is nothing as significant as the day you see the face of your first child.
Nothing in life can give you more pleasure...I wouldn't be more exuberant if I had hit the Euromillions jackpot that day, honestly.
Especially when you consider how you're blessed with a healthy child. Nothing more matters.
Its a great joy to pass through this developmental crisis and I'm taking some good hard lessons to graduate from a man to a daddy, and tell you what, its not easy. I'm not sure when I'll get the cert but if at all, this is one test I want to come out with flying colours.
You know I'm all ears now, from matured and experienced parents of how to rear my child. I've been told to learn to be cruel to be kind, that you cannot spoil a child with love, to learn to say no and about what to give and what not to. I'm taking it all, you never know which advice would come in handy and when.
This is a time when you start looking at yourself and the world through a different angle. My life revolved around the job, my wife and the computer, but all of a sudden the fulcrum has changed. Now the days and nights move around my piece of moon and its amazing how naturally and effortlessly she has managed to get hold of the pivot.
How can I speak about my daughter and keep mum about the woman who did all the sacrifices? How can I ever forget my sweetheart wife who refused to take Domperidone for those distressing sickness, Gaviscon for the heartburn and even Paracetamol for the splitting headaches for the fear of her treasure inside her. Being a medical professional herself, I was surprised by her total reluctance to take in the chemicals which even the docs gave green signal to.
And I'm not talking about the difficulties in changing a nappy or sponging the li'l one, its laughable if you compare with what my better half went through. Daddy talks more but mother knows best!
So I'm all elated to be in the daddy's club, at the same time I miss my father, terrible, who departed a bit too early. I know his blessings will be with his grand-daughter but that's the way life is. You control most parts of your life, but there are instances where you're nothing but a helpless spectator.
Special thanks to Mathew for encouraging me to put this up. And all of a sudden, an old movie I saw, Father of the Bride has sprung up as my all time favs!
Dedicating this post to my father who left this world on 24th April 2008.
