Surrogate parenthood...

The last two days have been amongst the most different ones i've had in recent times... had both my nieces over at home... 8.5 mths and 3 mths... amazing to watch them and interact with them.. and above everything else - i was entailed with the responsibility of looking after the elder one for two whole days!! (of course with the help of my mom and our help at home!! but still...)

and of course it got me into maybe getting a better glimpse at what parenthood actually entails and how easy it is to influence the personality of the child in such indelible ways...

My respect for parents of well-turned out kids has grown so much... a child is truly just clay...
u can decide to be either someone who's following the book on what all 'needs' to be done... or else you can put your heart into it!

you could be taking care of a child till he / she grows up...
or you could be shaping a personality..

you could let 'what happens - happens'
or you could decide to 'do what just has to be done'

And there is truly no greater pleasure in life than having a child look into your eyes with an expression of complete trust and love! God - thanks for giving me that look today!

Mistakes are a part of life... but being unconscious of them when u're taking care of a child should be made into a punishable offence!!

whatever else said and done - i now understand so completely why some people change so much for the better when they've had a child... those are the people to make friends with. they are the ones who've reached the level of consciousness i was refering to earlier.

It is often said that 'true love makes you want to be a better person'! Maybe the truest of that love is for a child... and maybe that is why..

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