Watching my daughter and husband together warms me at times, and makes me feel like an evil witch at other times! I lost my husband the day my daughter was born. She mesmerized him when she was barely a few seconds old. I remember looking up at him after the drama of the birth, and I will never forget the look on his face as he gazed down at her tiny face. He had wanted a son. To watch TV with, to teach him cricket, to throw around a ball with… All the father-son rites became irrelevant the first time he held his baby daughter in his arms. And the minutes-old baby looked up at him, a gleam in her eyes that said she knew his heart was hers. The little princess is now 2 years old. She demands to wear her Babas favourite clothes after the days play is done-so that, "Baba will say oh my feetopie," when he returns from office. She has figured that with one little whisper, "Baba, kaju" her Baba will drop his remote, stop watching TV and get up to oblige (a feat I have not managed in all the time we have been married)! With me she knows her treats are limited, her TV restricted to certain programs at certain times of the day. And she better have her milk, or else! She also knows that when it is her fathers turn to take care of her, she is sure to get ice cream for lunch. I am the wicked witch in her life! To him, she is the lodestar, the one he comes home to after the stress of work, the one he spends his Sundays with, the one he misses and calls home to find out what she has been up to. I have been relegated to being the ogre in their lives who announces when its time for bed. I have watched him hold her close, absorbing her baby smells, treasuring the way her unformed face looks, enthralled by the look of peace on a very mobile face as she sleeps. Im sure he must be imagining what she will look like all grown up, when his little baby will announce, "I want you to meet someone" and in will walk the scruffiest, hairiest boyfriend a girl could possibly have! Id bet he plays "here comes the bride" in his head whenever she bursts from her room demanding his attention to her new pink frock. Hes building up a treasure of memories, which he will dig into when she needs us less and requires more than food, shelter and cuddles. His first thought when in a plane that hits turbulence is his daughter. He has a fear of leaving her fatherless, of not protecting her and watching her grow. I guess my own father, in his generation and time, felt the same. I did not really think about how the man who made me his princess must have felt about me, until I saw my husband with my own little girl. To see other articles by Monisha Sen: click here
Watching my daughter and husband together warms me at times, and makes me feel like an evil witch at other times!
I lost my husband the day my daughter was born. She mesmerized him when she was barely a few seconds old. I remember looking up at him after the drama of the birth, and I will never forget the look on his face as he gazed down at her tiny face.
He had wanted a son. To watch TV with, to teach him cricket, to throw around a ball with… All the father-son rites became irrelevant the first time he held his baby daughter in his arms. And the minutes-old baby looked up at him, a gleam in her eyes that said she knew his heart was hers. The little princess is now 2 years old. She demands to wear her Baba's favourite clothes after the days play is done-so that, "Baba will say oh my feetopie," when he returns from office. She has figured that with one little whisper, "Baba, kaju" her Baba will drop his remote, stop watching TV and get up to oblige (a feat I have not managed in all the time we have been married)! With me she knows her treats are limited, her TV restricted to certain programs at certain times of the day. And she better have her milk, or else! She also knows that when it is her fathers turn to take care of her, she is sure to get ice cream for lunch. I am the wicked witch in her life! To him, she is the lodestar, the one he comes home to after the stress of work, the one he spends his Sundays with, the one he misses and calls home to find out what she has been up to. I have been relegated to being the ogre in their lives who announces when it's time for bed. I have watched him hold her close, absorbing her baby smells, treasuring the way her unformed face looks, enthralled by the look of peace on a very mobile face as she sleeps. I'm sure he must be imagining what she will look like all grown up, when his little baby will announce, "I want you to meet someone" and in will walk the scruffiest, hairiest boyfriend a girl could possibly have! I'd bet he plays "here comes the bride" in his head whenever she bursts from her room demanding his attention to her new pink frock. He's building up a treasure of memories, which he will dig into when she needs us less and requires more than food, shelter and cuddles. His first thought when in a plane that hits turbulence is his daughter. He has a fear of leaving her fatherless, of not protecting her and watching her grow. I guess my own father, in his generation and time, felt the same. I did not really think about how the man who made me his princess must have felt about me, until I saw my husband with my own little girl. To see other articles by Monisha Sen: click here
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This is one of the best article i have read till date and i relate myself to it like anything...lucky i am, i am father of a 6 month old daughter and i feel so good to hold her in my arms. she recognises me in her own way (she moves her leg fast :)) when i return from office...it is great to see her growing up....our life revolves around her....it is a wondeful experience i must say...
I completely identify myself with this one. I also wanted a boy but from the day she was born in 2005 i have enjoyed every minute with her.. we even got rid of the TV..we go out to the beach.. the park and do everything with her.
I was getting very possesive and too atatched to the kid that it started to worry my parents and my inlwaws.. i was always worried something will happen to me and she will be left alone. any time she gets sick i got total wacko...
then guess what everything changed last July.. the same day my daughter was born we were blessed with one more angel from heaven.. Life has not been the same since. Initially it was difficult for the first kid to adjust to the new entry at home but slowly they got close.. Now it fills my eyes to see my two kids play together.. its a real wonder.. now i ask her.. want to come with me to shop?.. she is more like no i want to play with my sistem.. previously she never let me go anywhere.. now i have to bribe her with choclates and other goddies to take her out.. but now we go out more as a family and trust me it lot more fun to see then kids play with each other...
So you guys can plan on having a second one.. hope it be a daughter.. trust me you gonna love it...
nice article. i am experiencing both the phases, as a daughter and as a mother of 3 yr old daughter but pamperred alot by her dad. some times i feel i just gave her birth the rest ofeverything is my husband to her.
looking forward for this type of articles.
hi thats a wonderful article, im experiancing the same as a mother. my god at times i feel that she may not know who i am. but still love to see both her father and her understanding each other well. i wish i too go back to my childhood days to experiance the same from my father. still im a princess to him. i love my dad yar. i hope my daughter says the same after some more years.
its wonderful to read about,iam touched and really feeling the warmth of ur feelings.daughters are the angels ,i too blessed with a daddys sweet little angle of one year,they have a great bondage which makes me feel great and contended about my life.
