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Tuesday, September 08, 2009

The Arrow of Love

My feedreader is overflowing with unread pieces. My Netflix documentary remains unseen for weeks. The weekly magazines are barely skimmed. I don't know where my library check-outs are. Personal time and space are lost. But the loss has flown into something more beautifully indescribable. When I wake up at 2 in the morning to sing a boring song without a hint of scale or tempo, my daughter listens as if that's the only sound that will put her to sleep. And the tiredness and frustration resulting from hours of sleeplessness melt away at her smile. And when she pulls the hair off my forehand when she cries, it isn't really painful. The disappearance of her blissful smile as soon as I focus my camera isn't that disappointing.
All the things that my wife and I do to keep her happy, healthy, safe, comfortable, asleep & active have heigtened my respect for my parents. I never realized the amount of work involved in caring for an infant can be done with such eagerness. I'll never be able to reciprocate the emotional investment my parents have made in me. Same way, I'll have to accept that my daughter will be able to unconditionally give all of herself only to her children (if & when) but not her parents.

4 comments:

Vidya said...

So true! And even a second revision of this lesson /truth seems new!

Enjoy!
Vidya

Kovil Pillai P. said...

Enjoy பண்ணுங்க சார்... இன்னும் நிறைய இருக்கு ;-)

Prasad Venkataramana said...

Ennannu solla, ennanna solla..

Radhika said...

The indescribable joys of parenthood!!

We are SO totally there too!