Nisha Mordani’s Blog

      Rhea. …You are a gift from above to cherish and to love

God gave us Little Rhea as a reward for all our random acts of kindness!

I thought I had forgotten to hold a baby,but my arms remembered!

To be a grandma is motherhood’s reward.

I may not be rich—but I have priceless Rhea.

Grandchildren are the dots that connect the lines from generation to generation.

I thought I had my life organised—then I became a grandma

God gives us grandchildren to keep us young at heart.

A grandchild’s laugh is sunshine in the house

“I stood there, just looking around,

There was no music,hardly heard any sound.

On the other side of the glass,I saw you there,

You were so cute…you had lovely hair

Sure there were others–but it did not matter to me

They were not as pretty–it was you I had come to see.

They brought you to the window, so near,

I fought hard to hold back the tear.

Although your parent I may not be,

Hopefully,you’ll spend some time with me.

You see,grandparents have a special role,

They are in charge of the baby’s soul!                          

     

One would think I would be comparing you to your mom ,to your dad,

To your aunts and to your uncles.

They were all precious—even as you are precious,

But there is no comparison.

Just as each of them came to us, unique-

So have you come—being you –yourself ,

And unlike any other, since the world began.

Even as your name is right for you

As though you chose it yourself…

I think you came with a special delivery tag:

“I am Rhea-Love me!”

And we all do!!!!

The echoes of your baby noises,your little giggles,the gurgling sounds you made…your cute little sneezes, your yawny yawns, your cute little hic-hic-hiccups, your little squeals…your soft…and sometimes LOUD…burps …..still remain in my ears!!!!

I can still smell the fragrance of your little bootees!! I can still get the feel of your soft skin– as I held you close to my cheek ….The stain of milk reflux on my teeshirt ,when I put you against my shoulder to burp you…still remains with me….unwashed!!I can recall your pretty long fingers holding my forefinger in a firm grip….as if to say “daadi….we share a special bond!” Rhea ,my darling little angel…I miss you so!!!!

With lots and lots and lots of love,

Your one and only,

Daadi