Hello Dada

Hello Dada!!

In mama's words
She took those tiny steps. Walked around searching for him. She waited to receive him when he returned from his day at work. She loved to play with him just as if he were a bouncy bed to jump on. All her toys she scattered before him and started to tell him to "sit". The little house he made for her with the blocks. The little stories he told her at bedtime. She learnt to repeat her mum's sentences when his food was served at the table and invite him all by herself saying "come". She looks forward to every little activity held outdoors with him. Whether it is at the park or at the pool. She runs. She kicks the ball. She splashes water at him in the pool. And is reluctant to get out of the water. She holds onto him while falling asleep. Her cuddles are a larger than life feeling even though she is so little. She never tires of crying after his mobile. If it's locked, she cries. If her favourite cartoon Dora isn't happening to play on YouTube, she cries. When given a strict look from her mother she turns to her soft hearted dad. All she thinks and says all day long is Hello Dada.

In baby's words
I am able to walk yes I can do this myself. But wait where is Dada, I need to hold his hand. I make sure I hold his finger and walk with him. He guides me slowly around. I wait to hear a bell ring and then I know it's him . He carries me as soon as he sees me. I cry so that he continues to carry me when he gets back home. When mama served him his meal today I told him to "come", he smiled at me and hugged me. I told him "looloo". I keep telling him that. He makes a kind of twisted face. I don't think he likes it much. But he does take me to lulu. The last time we went to the park, yahoo I learnt to say park. And then to the pool as well. I'm clapping my hands because I learned to say pooi too. I mean pool but I can hardly pronounce the last bit. Anyways I love to splash in the water. I do try to drink up some of the water too but they don't allow me to. I even know to kick the ball and say "catch". Well I think I need to throw the ball and say catch, that's what they tell me. I love to play with his phone. I keep clicking on every little thing I see and it gives me all my pictures and videos to view. So many of them, when I was very little. I do take some of my pictures which they seem to call something like selfie. Well I have so many things to look forward to with this dada. I know all I need to do is pick up my little yellow and blue phone and say hello dada.

A Mother's cry....

She picked up the book, walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair and sat down with a 'huff' like noise. She stared at the book like she had never seen anything like it in years. She looked up to Heaven and with tears in her eyes cried out, 'Lord, when shall you bless my womb'. As if waiting for answer from above, she looked on for a while. The desire to have a baby is not only an emotional one, but that of a physical one too. God has made a woman in such a manner, that her whole mind and body goes through different stages of life before, during and after a baby. It is simply an amazing phenomenon, that cannot be described in a completely just manner.
Time passed by, and soon there was a joyful atmosphere at home. The news that was so eagerly waited for was finally confirmed. She was pregnant. Pretty pregnant.
The weeks flew by and she was progressing into a healthy pregnancy. At her ultrasound she was given her first picture. A scan picture of the baby. The size wasn't a big one, wherein she could point out the details. But the very thought that it was the picture of a baby developing inside her, was excitement enough. She closed her eyes, and drew a mental sketch of the tiny being. She wondered, could my baby hear my heartbeats. Could my baby see what I was doing. Could my baby hear my voice. As her belly grew bigger she visualised the baby's little feet, the baby's toes, the fingers, a tiny frame. A small head with little eyes waiting to open to this beautiful world. As the pregnancy advanced further, she felt her baby's gentle kicks, as her baby was saying a hello to her. Every time she felt hungry, she knew the baby was hungry too. Sometimes a sour appetiser, or sometimes a salted one. The tastes differed often.

She walked to the mirror and stood in front with her now protruding belly. She felt it so unfamiliarly big, yet so dear. Her heart leapt with joy. Something she could explain. A feeling never experienced before. Happiness like she'd never known. She gently rubbed her hands across the surface and felt the stretch marks. Stretch marks which are scientifically due to the stretching of the skin. But to her it was a living proof of her growing love inside her. A joy that knew no boundaries. She was living each day, each moment to see the baby. The one who she was carrying inside of her. Everyday was so precious, that she wanted to savour every bit of it.
And now she began to touch a belly every now and then. As if to greet her baby. As if to say, baby I love you. She had started talking to her baby, everyday, every time, every hour, every minute. She paused, closed her eyes and thanked The Lord for this very moment of her life.

Such is the story of a woman with hope in her heart. The journey of a woman who walks from one stage and steps into another. She sees, she feels, she thinks, she wonders, she endures. Only because she wants to bring into this world a little baby. A little baby who is not only her daughter or son, but who is a part of her. A part of her being, which she has sensed all that God has gifted a woman with. Lucky are those who love and appreciate this journey. Luckier are even those who look forward to this journey with hope, love, joy, patience and all the many blessings we could think of, that the Almighty has bestowed upon a woman.

Some more Pics....Emirates Towers View

As promised.......pics from Mazaara - Oman

PINTEREST....


Photography has always been something close to my heart. And on being reminiscent of the pictures captured at home, I thought that; yes, this is a hobby or interest I pregnate from my Dad. He has captured me and my siblings' every lil tiny toddling details until now, in those albums. To celebrate and capture those moments I always ever wanted to; my darling Hubby got me that very electronic device I so almost love to carry everywhere.

Having said this, I now post on my webpage an array of pics I found on this most talked about website called "Pinterest", as my blogpost suggests. I think the pics posted are simply brilliant and though I havent really completly viewed the variety, my eyes did scoop a few seven that I simply find adorable. So there you are....in addition to this I should put up some of my few captures as well. Let me get my hands over my spreadout collection, while you take a close look at these pretty ones pasted below....

 

Pen and Pour!

"Penning you words is to pour your heart out"

As said by the famous writer Paulo Coelho from his much loved and read novel The Alchemist, "And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it. "

Gestures are good!!!!

Hmmm! Quite awhile since I have really written on my blog space. Well time is something you could hardly keep a track of. 2011 turns 2012. New days, new views, new changes, and more and more of new things this year. While tossing the edges of my bed on the last 2 insomniac nights, I was having a flow of thoughts of many a kind. Thoughts of how we miss saying those little words in our daily lives, being one of them. Take a flashback into your schedules on a daily basis. When you wake up in the mornings, a Goodmorning to your near and dear ones. When you walk out into the car park and get into your clean cars, even though you pay that person waiting at the corner post cleaning your car, you could still do them a really good day by saying "Thankyou". When you are in a hurry to your office building lift and happen to shoulder crash someone, offer them a "sorry". You might not know eachother, but you DO NOT know that those little words, letters and gestures could really brightens someone's day. Everyone has their own bundles of joys and sorrows. Surely you could spare a while and extend these wishes. You just never know when someone else turns your pale day into a really bright one. So keep smiling!!!!

Well all I'm trying to drive home here is that, catch hold of that moment, minute, hour or second. Take that time out and say that special something to someone. You never know about tomorrow, the next half of the day or the next hour, whats in store for us. What would one feel if they would really lose that opportunity to say that something? Imagine the number of times you sat and thought back intime how you should have told this person a simple thankyou or a sorry.

These phrases;

********* I LOVE YOU***********

********* THANKYOU**********

***********I MISS YOU********

**********SORRY**********

*******YOUR WELCOME*********

........and the list goes on......but your statement could be as simple as possible yet touch the lives of that someone you say this to, in one way of the other. So here I am, the end of my lil passage. Adios!!!!