For nine months, it was waiting for a heart that kept on beating. It opened its fingers summoned me to create - a poetry, verse, a notion or a mind. The first time you feel that warmth makes you so much alive.
He is 14 months now and how my times flies, I have no idea. Someday, I will sip over a cup of coffee and mull over my journey. Ogu by then you will have your own perceptions and thoughts. It will be good to have a conversation with you to understand your political ideologies, literary inclinations, and taste of music.
My mother gave me the freedom to be "Me;" and I will do the same to you. I will enable you to get what you want to be, not restricting your imaginations - it might be how unreal it be!
He is 14 months now and how my times flies, I have no idea. Someday, I will sip over a cup of coffee and mull over my journey. Ogu by then you will have your own perceptions and thoughts. It will be good to have a conversation with you to understand your political ideologies, literary inclinations, and taste of music.
My mother gave me the freedom to be "Me;" and I will do the same to you. I will enable you to get what you want to be, not restricting your imaginations - it might be how unreal it be!
Giving freedom to your child to be "me" - beautiful thought, Shayani! Best wishes in your journey as a mother.
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