My Dearest Daughter,
Today, once again, my diary is in my hands. I am turning its pages and thinking that times, places and weathers always change but a diary remains unchanged. This diary is having my secrets although very simple but it is only with the heart one can read those unrevealed record. These writings fill me with energy and I get lost in the trails of the past.
Flipping through its pages I just found those masterpieces where I have written memoirs of you, my sweetheart, All Your First Times and your shiny yesterdays. Under the heading “daughter’s words” And you know what I got in return? I was surprised when I found my diary with additional notes. My little daughter who had just learned to write started writing notes for me and no wonder just like me, with the title of “mom’s words”.
In old days whenever I looked into your eyes honey!! I noticed curiosity. In those big eyes l always discovered magnificent stories. Only a mother can read that narration and knows how to turn that facination into intelligence.
When you wrapped your tiny hand around my fingers my heart began to smile and everything became much clear and I realized what the life was all about.
Today when I look back I don’t remember the financial struggle,the duties, the chores that new couple face on the road to practical life. I also have forgotten the pain of feeling trapped and suffering from unwanted do’s and don’ts. The thing I only remember is the joy of a young family working together making our way through an unfamiliar world.
Those were the happiest days of my life. ME the new mother and YOU the whole world of mine. Our hugs, our communication, our quality time together. Reading fairy tales loudly with actions, the jigsaw puzzles, the “Eany,Meeny,Miny,Moe” throwing kid parties and copying kids tv programmes. Everything was full of joy and happiness.
In mother-daughter relationship the mom is like a potter who plays with clay, first with soft hands afterwards with high temperatures to give them a proper shape. Our life also gave this relationship a change over time so we moved from baby-talk to serious discussions about friends and fellows. Having family secrets and opinions was a routine, sharing our fears, doubts and anxieties were an untold story. We had fun in stupid arguments and laughing at embarrassing moments together. we were a team, we were like friends. We were two of a kind. The bond we shared was real and the purest.
Everyone knows all the mothers in this world are programmed by nature to teach their daughters. They are fully equipped to help them,listen to them, always ready to alter their patterns according to the circumstances. They give advice for things they know, they protect from the dangers they know how to fear. Then comes a new phase, a new world, new trends, new tracks, on which the mother has already walked, but all new to the daughter. Now life becomes like knitting, when different techniques are used at every step to get the desired design. It’s ok my darling as time goes by, the rows make a clear shape and a beautiful pattern comes into being. So keep yourself busy in making your own roads today with your family as the path of tomorrow has to be made with them. Think new ideas and learn new things because life is all about new adventures.
As the famous quote goes, “The most beautiful thing is to see a person you love smiling”. So I like when you smile and I especially like when I make you smile. Always be classy, be smart, be real, but most importantly be loving and lively. Thank you for holding my hand during this mother-daughter journey. All this went very well, now your own Mom-Son relation has started. Enjoy every titbit of it. I hope u always look ahead in life with a smile in your face and look back with fondness in your heart.