Memoirs Maketh Woman

I am born a lady. A lovely cherub as what could any person describe to every newborn baby. Every parent is happy to announce the coming of their baby and is proud to let people around know that at that very moment they have already contemplated of what should be a life they both wanted for him or her. I could imagine my Papa and Mama acted the same and what I had showed them as a sign of my response was just a gesture of a sweet innocent smile. None of my parents have guessed of what would be a woman I become after years and that remained a puzzle to them until now. As an infant, I have not seen their ways of taking good care of their little lady but instead feel them - how my Papa work late just to have enough to buy my milk and clothing, how he kept himself awake to offer lullabies when his little child cries and of course to please my mother who would never steal minutes from my side just to please herself or take it as her resting moments out of her responsibilities to me. How I missed those caressing times that made me feel loved even though what I can only offer in return is an unanticipated pee or a burp that I least expect had made them laugh instead. This is the period of life familiar to every human being. Of being too lovely for the eye, cuddly to be hugged, soft to be kissed like an innocent angel that deserves no punishment.

After later months, my father as an artist took time to glance at my future. What he first draw is his little girl already a grown up. Freely, he allowed his instincts to guide his bare hands to line every inch of me. One's appearance is unpredictable after years because of changes but what he did amazed me for he allowed a palm of courage to perform his aptitude in art and what did came out is perfectly my present appearance. I cannot say if my father did closed his eyes with a pen on his hands sketching the unknown picture, unfortunately because of my shyness and unimproved relation to my father I was not able to know and did not even bother to ask him about the picture. I just saw it once when my mother took it out of his personal keep and without a care in the world told me that my papa pictured me a little early. As far as I could remember, that happened on my seventh and I was in grade one then. Amazingly it did make my heart glow in admiration without showing any physical emotion at all. Keeping things-my feelings, sentiments, appreciation or even heartache and detestation in silence became my passion since then. Well, I will be writing about that part of my life soon.

I can say that my Papa and Mama is a unique couple. First thing, they both don't have their individual families on their sides during my mama's delivery. They did not even bother to send them news about my coming and this simply means that each was not communicating anybody. They prefer to stand alone, live a new life they could only imagine and with courage to face everything with the only penny acquired. This was the solid principle of my father and he lived with this belief up to this very moment. To make things clearer, I grew up with the two persons I only knew as my family, my parents. Sometimes this reality makes me wander for answers. Why can't I have my grandparents live with me, have plenty of cousins to play with, Uncles and Aunties to stay with me when my parents are off for errands, we are alone in our little house but happy. Actually, one time my mother told me that since my very first day until my ninth month, she and my father never allowed anyone to touch me even once. That is how fragile I was to the hands of my parents and in my little thinking, in their simplest way; my mama is happy and very proud for what they have done.

These are the simple things that have gone clearer after so many years; I could tell so much more about my baby years. What one can perhaps expect is almost the same thing everyone wanted to guess and the joy of those moments will only be kept as a precious memory of the best welcome life could ever give to a human being. Having a baby is like the beginning of all things- wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities.

Please love your growing baby.

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