Five years ago Atharv came into this
world and my life changed forever. He was placed in my arms for the first time
directly after his birth at 6.45 a.m., November 10, 2008. My heart had never
felt so full as it did at that exact moment. From that moment on, I was
someone’s Mom. It has been the most difficult and most rewarding job I have
ever had, and I am thankful every single day for this blessing in my life.
At 6.45 a.m. this morning, I
quietly went into my son’s bedroom to wish him a happy birthday. I go into his
room every year at 6.45 a.m. on his birthday to kiss him and tell him how much
I love him. This year, I stood by his bedside and just stared in awe at the wonder
before me. I watched the rhythmic rise and fall of his small chest as he slept
peacefully. I listened to his breath strong and steady, and said a silent
prayer to thank God for bringing this child into my life. He has been the
breath in my lungs and the beat of my heart since the nanosecond he came into
this world. I kissed his forehead, as I did 5 years ago when he was first
placed in my arms. My heart melted, as
it did that first moment I laid eyes on him.
The day I became a Mom–I choose to look at things from a
different point of view. I choose to take hold of the blessing I have been given in being tasked with being a
Mom in the first place. It is a privilege for me to be my son’s Mom. After all he is my best creation ever.
Today both Chetan and I celebrate the day, my son was brought
into this world, into our life. I learn something every single day from being
his Mom. I cannot wait to see what he teaches me next.
Happy birthday, Atharv. I love you. We all love you.
