So far, by God's grace

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Throwback Thursday

Thursday is almost over for those of us who live east of the prime meridian. And yet, here goes-

As I waited for the signal to change on my way back home from work, I couldn't help notice the freshly painted zebra crossing. My mind took me back to my childhood.

Growing up in a village in India in the 80s our roads were single lane, tar roads. We had no traffic lights, no pavement (sidewalk), and no zebra crossing. I knew of traffic rules from the colourful storybooks I had. I knew exactly what red, amber and green meant, but only saw traffic lights when we visited cities. Zebra crossings held a special fascination for me.I always wanted to cross the road on one. I would try to imagine what it would feel like to have all vehicles stop just for me to cross the road on a specially designed strip of road. Whenever we visited Trivandrum, I would excitedly point at the beautifully symmetrical black and white stripes from my uncle's rickety jeep.
I was fascinated by them!

Now, they're a thing I hardly ever notice. I do know that my little village is now officially a little town and that we do have zebra crossings on our roads back home too.

But every once in a while, our city decides to repaint the faded crossing lines and I'm transported back to my childhood !

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

5 years

March 19th 2009.
It was around 2 am or so when my deep sleep was woken by a shrill cry. It took me a few seconds to realise it was my baby who was crying in real life and not in a dream! I had held my precious bundle for the first time just 8 hours ago. In the dim light of the zero watt bulb I could see her eyes crinkled shut, mouth wide open, screaming her little,lungs out!
Panic! Why was she crying? Hadn't I just fed her? Was something wrong? How in the world did God think I would be capable of being her mother?

Fast forward to March 18th 2014.
It's the eve of my little screaming banshee's 5th birthday. A little heart shaped cake covered in "gems" is cooling in the fridge. Presents from her Appa and I lie waiting on the table. Her special birthday shalwar-kameez is all ironed and ready. The alarm is set to wake me up in time to things ready for our usual birthday morning tradition. And as I watch her sleeping form, I can't help wondering how time flew! Wasn't it just yesterday that she weighed 2.18kg and could fit in the crook of my arm? She is 5 now. She will be using all the fingers in one hand to show me how old she is! Wow!

Once again, I am feeling overwhelmed. The baby phase is far behind me now. How on earth am I going to parent this little girl through her childhood? How will I protect her? What will she learn from me?

And then I look back at the past 5 years. I see how God's grace has been more than sufficient. His blessings more than abundant and his miracles greater than I could have imagined. Nanma has been much much more to me than the daughter of all my childhood fantasies!

And so on the eve of my darling daughter's fifth birthday, I am feeling grateful, hopeful, and excited to see what the future holds for her!