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With Father's Day having just gone by, here's a different kind of tribute - from a wife to a husband who makes for a loving father.
With Father’s Day having just gone by, here’s a different kind of tribute – from a wife to a husband who makes for a loving father.
He hasn’t changed, but the way I look at him has, and that’s what makes all the difference in the world!
While he’s never been the touchy feely type, once our twins arrived, it all changed. He shows his affection in the most minute of ways – mussing up the kids’ hair while walking past them, covering their faces in kisses the moment they fall or hurt themselves, holding their hands while taking them for a walk around the building, or just settling them in his lap before shaking out all the toys that I had just re-organized to create one big play area to have fun with them.
In those first hazy weeks at home with two newborn babies, one who was severely underweight at only 1.5 kgs, he made sure everyone in the house, including himself, practiced good hygiene, kept the house super clean, did not wear shoes / slippers around me and the kids and generally kept us away from all sorts of post-op infections that are the bane of a new mother and her babies’ life. These practices continue till this day, and we’re all healthier and happier because of it.
Having twins is like having a baby whirlwind or tornado take over the house, and he’s always working on getting things organized as much as possible to make life easier for all of us. He’s the handyman for the house, fixing leaks, broken hinges and what not. Cleaning cupboards and drawers, getting rid of old newspapers and magazines, etc. – these little things requiring short term effort save us a lot of off effort in the long run.
It sounds very childish now, but my very first Mother’s Day a couple of months after the twins were born left me feeling terribly disappointed as he did not get me a gift. But then I understood that that’s the kind of person he is. He’ll surprise me with my favourite heart shaped brownie when I least expect it, and tell me that he’s planned a movie date with me after conferring with my parents to babysit, all behind my back.
I’m the volatile half of the couple, and he’s the patient one who will bear with mine and the kids tantrums and soothe them away with promises of better things to come. I noticed this for the very first time when the kids were learning how to walk. While my stand was to sneakily move my hand away from theirs so they could take a few steps on their own, he used to hold on to the kids hands till they finally learnt to walk by themselves, and now father and sons hold running races in which he always lets them win!
He’ll pick clothes that match the colour of the boys’ t-shirts when we all go out together. For him, his family always comes first! He does this out of sheer love rather than an obligation, and makes me feel privileged that he’s the father of my children and my wonderful husband. When his new business was launched, even though we weren’t required to be there, he took me and the then one year old boys along, and made sure the boys wore their ‘My Daddy Is a Super Star’ t-shirts so everyone would know they were his off spring!
So, on this Fathers Day, I wish to tell my dear husband, thank you, for all your love and never ending support. You are the foundation to our house of love. Thank you for being a wonderful father to our twin blessings.
Happy Fathers Day!
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Doting mommy to fraternal twin toddler boys, in my earlier avatar I was an Architect, by Profession, working on projects on a freelance basis and also Teacher, by Passion, of Architecture at a city college. read more...
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As he stood in front of his door, Nishant prayed that his wife would be in a better mood. The baby thing was tearing them apart. When was the last time he had seen his wife smile?
Veena got into the lift. It was a festival day, and the space was crammed with little children dressed in bright yellow clothes, wearing fancy peacock feather crowns, and carrying flutes. Janmashtami gave her the jitters. She kept her face down, refusing to socialize with anyone.
They had moved to this new apartment three months ago. The whole point of shifting had been to get away from the ruthless questioning by ‘well-wishers’.
“You have been married for ten years! Why no child yet?”
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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