You are not ours, you are from us

Dear Dhaani,

This picture is from a time when you could not walk on your own. You held Pappa s fingers and explore the beauty of this world. Your hands would encircle my finger and together we walked. We were very eager that time that you would soon start walking all by yourself. I still remember , how one day you covered your first 4 metres on your own two feet in our living room. Slowly, you became very confident of your walks and runs. Now, you run all over and we have to hold you from running.

Let me confess this, I miss the times when you depended on me  to walk.  The joy of not letting you fall, the satisfaction of teaching you that it's okay to fall at times, the frolic of falling down with you ; are all etched in my memory. It  gives me immense joy  to see you becoming  independent by the day , but I love your little hands reaching out to me for support. That's a dillema always faced by us parents. We want our children to be totally capable of ruling the world on their own, but we also want them to take our support in doing so. We want them to fly high and wide, but we also want to be able to locate them always , to assure ourselves that they are fine . We all , secretly fear for that moment when our children will not need our hand to hold.

Dhaani , your mumma and Pappa, are totally aware that your  dependence on us will decrease by the day. You will find your own way in the world, like your parents did. We will wonder how this little bird of ours is doing such things without holding our hands.
But in our hearts we know that the flight you take is not only yours . It's the flight of our love for you. It's the flight of the miracle that we were lucky to be a part of. It's a flight of the univere itself , of which we are just a tiny part.

We know that while you are not ours, you are from us.

Love
Pappa

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