tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31846629996380005162024-03-13T05:44:27.765+05:30The blessing that is a daughterJoin my husband, Raj, and me as we describe (I, through words, and he, through pictures) the delight and joy that our daughter fills our lives with.Cynthia Rodrigues Manchekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582482381203565646noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184662999638000516.post-60815253681875461142011-01-31T15:33:00.001+05:302011-02-27T13:00:57.104+05:30Becoming a motherAll through my growing years, they were my mother’s favourite words, particularly when she wanted to have the last word in an argument: you won’t understand what I am saying now; you’ll understand only when you become a mother. I laughed it off back then, but today I readily admit that she was right after all.
Becoming a mother has been a wonderful experience. It has made me braver than I was. Cynthia Rodrigues Manchekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582482381203565646noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184662999638000516.post-88934410441987923302011-01-31T15:30:00.001+05:302011-02-27T12:58:19.837+05:30Finding my grooveThe first few weeks after Rhea was born were intensely overwhelming for me.
Of course I knew how to hold a baby right. I’d had practice with my nephews, Aaron and Ryan. But there was much more to looking after a child than that. Cleaning poop, changing nappies, inducing a gentle burp, learning to understand whether the crying of a baby signifies hunger, a crisis in the lower region or just aCynthia Rodrigues Manchekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582482381203565646noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3184662999638000516.post-91015371368107759492010-12-02T15:36:00.001+05:302010-12-02T16:49:06.360+05:30You will never outgrow my heartI watch my little baby as she sleeps sweetly, restfully, on my lap. I cannot take my eyes off her innocent face. Her head is cradled tenderly in my left palm. Her knees pop over as I sit cross-legged; her feet are stretched out on the bed.At 2½ years, she is too big for my lap. I remember a time when she fit my lap so snugly, unaware of anything else in the world other than the fact that the Cynthia Rodrigues Manchekarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582482381203565646noreply@blogger.com0