“When you want something all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
~ Paulo Coelho in The Alchemist.

I had not wanted anything so fervently in my life before this, hence the conspiratory powers of the universe never got tested in my case. I read this and shrugged it off as just-another-quote until I had to bow down to God and the universe 6 months back for finally conspiring to bless me with one of the two most priceless  treasures of my life. My baby…the other half of my heart…my darling… Angel. ☺

I had always wanted a daughter; for no particular reason. I am a woman and proud to be one. Guess that made me feel responsible to bring another woman in this world who I could love like I was loved, pamper more than I was, spoil silly with gifts and attention and also someone I could raise to be an independent and responsible lady who (unlike me) wouldn’t trade her dreams for anything else in life.

Big plans, I know, and they can wait as right now it is Angel’s million dollar smile, her attention-seeking cute noises, her copycat behaviour, her complaining shrieks and her singing-along-when-anyone-sings act that give all my motherly hormones a fresh kick. What she cannot speak she conveys beautifully through expressions and gestures. Every moment she makes her presence felt.

Somewhere between her adorable antics comes a full blown tantrum that makes me not want to foresee what’s in store for me when she grows up! 😐 The little lady has strict rules as to when she can be touched or disturbed and when you better take yourself elsewhere. Any effort of me trying to doll her up goes down the drain as she will pull off anything that comes in her way almost instantly. Will she be a tomboy? I wonder.

However, the most enjoyable part of her childhood for me is undoubtedly the brother-sister camaraderie. With the six years between them it seems like a whole generation has gone. Angel looks visibly happy and vies for his attention whenever he comes home after school or play, while A Jr who earlier treated her like a toy now takes her as an individual. I almost choke when he picks her up rather roughly but the girl’s unaffected and smiles away.

I frown upon people who’ve started advising me to start saving for her (daughter you see!) or who remind me that someday she will leave me and go. Don’t we need to save for A Jr’s education too? Who knows if he will live with us when he grows up or goes away for work? My job is only to try and bring up two sorted and bright individuals; A Jr and Angel. They will know and decide what to do with their lives. Why do others need to make it their concern?

Coming back to Angel, the post cannot be complete without the cliched ‘ I cannot believe she’s already 6 months old’ line. Isn’t it? 😀 Yes. It is unbelievable. And I will repeat myself when she goes to school, when she graduates, when she gets her first paycheck, when she …. well.

I’m getting carried away here, but who cares? Being a mother the second time over is just as special as the first time. I might be more informed and prepared now but moments cannot be predicted, right? My dangerous duo might be a handful, but they are my life.

As we all know, mothers cannot stop gushing about their babies. Manufacturing defect. 😜