Every morning, I find myself longing for few more minutes of sleep when I feel your tiny fingers on my face trying to open my eyes and waking me up.
I find myself whining secretly when you ask me to play blocks for the nth time in a day.
I find myself praying more and more and asking Lord to give me more patience than I can seem to marshal on most days.
I find myself wishing having some “ME” time, alone, pampering myself, during the day.
I find myself wishing mealtimes were not so much of a struggle, and that you eat whatever served to you happily.
I find myself wishing for a magic wand so that the mess on the floor that you do the whole day, vanishes in a jiffy.
I find myself longing for carefree get together with my buddies without worrying about anything.
I find myself yearning for sipping coffee in your Dad’s hug and the same cuddling from him every morning, before you came to us.
I find myself dreaming about a vacation, far far away from the round-the-clock demands of parenting.
I find myself plunging through the bedtime routine, which gives me a few extra minutes of “me time” once you are in your dreamland.
But in the midst of all this, you cuddle your warm little body against mine. You look up at me with those twinkling eyes, grinning, and say in your kiddish and most harmonious voice, “Mommy, Mommy” and if I get lucky sometimes “I love you”. In that moment, I feel, despite all the odds, all the imperfections, both of you still love me so purely and perfectly. And I ask myself, “When I got so blessed?
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