 
You have to be a mother to know the true value of your own mother....
My darling baby daughter Shimaya,
I’m writing this when you are peacefully sleeping in your cot. You
are so tiny. You look so innocent. And I know that you totally depend on
me. You are just one month old. My heart melts when you look at me so
innocently. I see the complete trust you have in me, in your eyes. And I
as your mother will not break that trust. I promise to look after you
and care for you until you no longer need me to be behind you.
When I look back at my teenage years. I remember how I yelled at my
mother, when she tried to be protective towards me. How I rudely said
that I am old enough to look after myself. I love my mother, but it’s
just that I take her love for granted. It’s amazing how she loves me.
Now when I look at you I wonder whether you will do the same to me, when
you grow up.
I guess, as a mother you tend to think that your child is still
vulnerable, even when they are old enough. My mom still calls me `Baba’
even after I became a mother to you.
When you are suckling I forget all my troubles and I feel I can
sacrifice my whole life for you. I want you to grow up to be a perfect
woman. It’s so innocent the way you make those cooing noises when you
suckle, and I forget all the sleepless nights that I have to go through
all alone. Sometimes, I used to call your thaththi in the middle of the
night, and cry for hours telling him that I can’t do this, when you give
me a hard time at night.He is in Forces and away from home).
His comforting words are not enough. Then my strength is my mother.
She helps me day and night, when you give me a hard time with your
unconsolable crying. I realise how difficult it is to raise a baby.
Surely when I was like you I would have been the same, and now I know
the hardships that my mom had gone through. I am who I am, because of
her.
One night after a feed you vomited some milk and did not breathe for
sometime, you scared me to death. Although I am a doctor I was helpless.
I was so sacred that you will aspirate. Even when you sneeze once, you
scare me. I wonder what my mom felt when she went through the same
especially when I was sick.
My dear daughter, one day you will leave me and get married. You will
become a mother too I sincerely hope that this chain of love will
continue....
I want you to know how much I love you my baby, and there is no
greater love than a mothers’ love.
Dr. Sharmila Samaranayake
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