My Little Fairy

When my parents got together, my father had told my mother, in no uncertain terms, that they would only have two children. I don’t think my mom really had an issue with this and she never really cared to press the issue. My brother was born first. So when my mom got pregnant again, she would pray everyday that I come out a girl. She had always loved the idea of a little girl she could dress up and make beautiful outfits for. I grew up knowing that my mom prayed to have me. I also grew up with a song that I was told my mom sang to me often. It’s an Indian song that came out the year I was born.

Now I have a little girl. A “Little Fairy” of my own. So of course, I sing the same song to her. It amazes me how much she loves it. Even my son (who has his own song) loves it too. He’ll ask “Mommy, sing me baby sister’s song”. So I will.

Here is the song translated (my favorite verse is bolded):

She came to my house,
a little fairy came to my house,
mounted on a beautiful chariot of moonlight.
She came to my house,
a little fairy came to my house.
There was a sweetness like honey in her words;
and the scent of perfume on her breath.
Her lips were like wet, wet roses;
her cheeks were like ripe pomegranates.
She came to my house,
a little fairy came to my house.
From her arrival, in my courtyard,
flowers blossomed and spring sang.
Having seen her, I cannot have my fill of her
even if I see her a thousand times.
She came to my house,
a little fairy came to my house.
I asked her, "Who are you?"
With a laugh, she said, "I am your love.
I have lived in your heart since forever,
but this is the first time I've come to your house."
She came to my house,
a little fairy came to my house,
mounted on a beautiful chariot of moonlight.
She came to my house,
a little fairy came to my house, a little fairy...

Just needed to say...

So compared to most women, I had a really easy time getting pregnant with both babies. Not only did I get pregnant easily, I had a very easy pregnancy physically (emotionally was a roller coaster with the first one but everything worked out perfectly). The thing is, when I look at my babies, I still have to pinch myself because I feel so lucky. I still think of them as my miracles. So when someone who had a harder time makes it seem like they were the ones that REALLY had a miracle, I’m a bit resentful. My babies came to be without much heartache yes. But that doesn’t make their value to me any less then any other baby out there. Just needed to get that out.

So eventually, when I’m not in the middle of a big project at work, I want to start blogging again as a “Working Mother”. I’m sure that it seems like there are more working mothers then not. But it seems like I’m surrounded by SAHM’s. Let’s see if I can manage.