Passing to Parenthood : How I welcomed my hundred ounces of happiness

“The child is the father of man” — William Wordsworth

Will I be a good father?

Will I be able to provide quality time to my kid?

Will I be a good human to look up to in her formative years?

Will I be able to satisfy her wishes and needs?

Will I be a good friend to her?

I could feel a cocktail of emotions along with anxiety seeping through my veins thinking about the first time I was going to see my baby daughter. Then, the nurse bought her wrapped in a pink towel. Very weirdly in my mind, I was expecting a crying baby. But there she was lying very blissfully and looking at me.

I always took pride in the fact of being level-headed and able to manage highly stressful situations. But her innocent face casting her gaze at me was a different kind of ecstasy. The nurse’s explanation of hospital procedures slowly blurred to a void.

Everything made sense. Anything could wait. All the throbbing questions pondering over my head minutes ago vanished like magic. I could see the splitting moments of my childhood flashing over. Like a car wiper clearing off a foggy windshield, my vision was being endowed with more clarity.

As an ambitious practicing company secretary and a corporate law consultant, my worldview and outlook were limited to the attainment of professional goals. I took immense pride in building my professional practice and was content in achieving my professional milestones. Many a times, I had to set aside personal matters for climbing the ladder of professional growth. Since the arrival of our baby daughter, I have been setting aside as much time as possible from my professional routine to spend good quality time with her at every possible instance.

I hope our baby girl would also hold her ground firmly on all occasions and turn up to be a happy independent individual.