A year old already- Babies grow up fast!

Happy birthday Son. Today you are a year old, sleeping soundly by my side, as I look at you, drenched in emotional reminiscence from this day, the last year. Before I proceed, I wish you to know that You're my little charmer, my little surprise, that you take my breath away as you cry out saying "MAA" just the way my dadaji did, who left us just a while before you were conceived, so with you also came a hope of his come-back. After all, the wheel of life has to, but spin. The hope that those who have left us come back to us, keeps us going. However, I try my best not to withhold the bygones and limit you therein. 

You have been special in your own way ever since your conception, that also brought along a new chapter in your father's career path. No morning sickness, no irregular sugar, no worrisome reports at all, you were absolutely easy on my physical being unlike your didi. I carried you like a bundle of joy in the real sense, as you always danced around inside while I sat through long mad frenzied sessions in the courtroom, mostly criminal. Always on the go, I would often fall short on my nutrition schedule, catching up here and there. My long outstation drives, at times with your didi also evidently seemed to thrill you as you moved about. My flying hospital visits always amused the doctor and she would still look so confident of our growth together. My last minute preparations for the admission to the hospital. Your bitoo maasi was kind enough to have spared herself that evening and your didi, so conscious, she for the first time ever allowed us to be away and calmly slept with Bitoo maasi. You were so gentle on me that even as I began to experience frequent contractions, I calmly prepared food, ate it and went ahead with your dad to pick the doctor from her home and reached the hospital. After a whole night of 10 hour long labour, your little games of peek-a-boo as the doctor said you have actually gone back from 2 to 0 in the birthing canal, and every now and then the Non Stress Test would show a dip in your Heart rate; finally, just when I thought I would give up, you popped out so swiftly that the medical team didn't even get enough time to prepare the table. There you were, with the cry of love as the doctor just almost managed to catch you. The moment I heard you cry, I knew it was my little prince charming. How grateful I am to you my son for having chosen us and completing our completeness. Every time you gaze into my eyes, I live a hundred lives in that little moment. 

As you were born, we were congratulated for having completed our family (I'm not sure what would it have looked like if our second born was a girl). A son is an heir, a successor, an authority in making, A Trophy- Not for us. Rest assured, your birth wasn't at all a matter of GLORY for us. You are just as much my child as your sister, each one of you special, unique in your own way. None superior to the other. It always annoyed your father and me how you were more an achievement than a child. 

Trust me my little boy I wouldn't burden you with either of these titles/roles. I'll ensure that your innocence, your emotion, your sensitivity, your expression never gets killed owing to your gender.  I'll see that both you and your didi equally share everything- the tears and triumph, the rights and responsibilities, the commodities and comforts, the powers and privileges.

Your didi had completed our world, as complete as it could have been, hence, your father wasn't too sure if he wished to share your didi's share of love and space with anyone. I persuaded him till he realised that having another child i.e. you, would only multiply our love, joy and prosperity in every manner. The hidden truth is that the thought of being biased haunted me equally, I was very skeptical about being as affectionate towards as we have been for your didi. I would often share this with my doctor and she handled my skepticism well.

Very soon, we conceived you as your father quit his job of seven years and founded his dream company. You came as our double delight. As we went ahead to announce the great news, someone from the first family even went ahead to ask (shamelessly enough), "I hope you had planned" and your papa proudly said- yes, The both of them- The baby and the startup.
As I carried you, I embodied calmness, poise, clarity, conviction with each passing day as I awaited your arrival.  

With your birth, was born a new conscience. The conscience to be the mother of a boy, the conscience that has been absent for generations. 

I promise that I'll never prevent  you from crying and that I'll always question your undue notoriety. I shall let you understand for yourself the challenges of being a human being. I promise I shall make every effort possible to forego the stereotypes.
But today, you're just a year old my little buddy and not long before you'll be all grown up. Sleeping soundly by my side. Well Aware of the fact, that you have chosen a feminist mother and the time will tell, why.
Happy birthday Son