60/ 24/ 7

Mothering isn't a full time job. It's not even a job. It's a state of mind which consumes you all 60 seconds to the hour, all 24 hours in a day, all 7 days of the week. There's not a single second in which I don't think of my first and best love- my most prized creation till date- my sweet seven month old daughter. So much so, that even my husband, a self- confessed obsessive-to-the-point-of-ridiculous father says i am an obsessive mom.  Why wouldn't I be? I've asked for this tiny curly-eyelashed, sweet-fisted, plump-cheeked cherub from God. Why shouldn't i obsess over her? Attend to each whimper of hers with lightning fast speed? Not let her cry even for a second? Feel guilty when she doesn't eat? I didn't make her so I could mistreat her. I made her cause I loved her even before she was born. My small miracle from God. Raania. And about the state of mind- well- comes with the territory!