My Daughter and I

We are all emotional beings whether we like to admit it or not. We cry, laugh, sympathize and empathize. At one point or another, we find ourselves tearing up while watching a movie or sad news on TV. We laugh because we are happy and when someone cracks a joke and in our sad state, we are amused because it’s only natural. I thank God for making all these possible. A smile is a powerful thing, just like love is, together, both of these triumph sadness and hate.

I want to share how all these affect my life. I have never considered myself emotional until recently. Let alone the sad movies that get me a little teary once in a while. I would like to think that the scriptwriters and the movie makers appreciate our strong reactions towards their programmes and this only shows that their mission is accomplished and they can keep making more movies, but enough, this isn’t about movies or TV.

I am grateful to the almighty for this moment right here. At least it gives me something to write about otherwise. As a woman when you are expecting a baby, you go through all sorts of emotions; you experience your ups and downs. It is the most glorifying thing in the world, amazing even, but it also is frustrating when you can’t fit in your usual clothes anymore, and getting inside a vehicle becomes an exercise for you. In my time I experienced all these emotions and some. I was tired of random strangers urging me to “walk a lot, it’s good exercise”. True, it is good exercise but the same people who tell you what kind of things to do are nowhere to be seen later, after the baby is born or the day of delivery. No hard feelings.

I was a tired woman all day, every day, with my back and my feet giving me the best of episodes. I had always wanted a son for a first born, it’s only normal. I hoped and knew that it was a boy, but boy was I wrong. My daughter was a strong one. It felt like there was a whole football league in my womb. The kicking couldn’t end and my constant drinking of fluids and peeing. Needless to say, I was a happy expectant woman, unlike most. I did the crying and laughing but mostly laughing.

Today I sit here because I am a happy mother to the most beautiful daughter in the world; all mothers say their babies are the most beautiful in the world but believe me when I say my daughter is a real looker. A heart breaker she will be in several years.

Sometimes I wake up with my daughter next to me and think that am being punked and someone is going to appear with cameras and take her away. I could feel her kick vigorously in my womb months ago n now she's here, smiling and still kicking with the same excitement. It brings tears to my eyes, I am not an emotional being but looking at her, how in the world could she not be the love of my life? Impossible.