Amma

Amma (mother)!!! My two-month old daughter still ain’t old enough to call me Amma of course, but I refer myself to her as such. And man… the feeling the term invokes in me is nothing that the many baby books and Internet websites talk about at all. In fact, I figure in the other extreme—the term infuses in me the weirdest of weird feelings.

More than anything else, I’m amused—b’cos I still don’t feel like an ‘Amma’…then there is joy—understandably…then a sense of responsibility…a feeling of protectiveness, of warmth, a deep sense of affection and tolerance…and then there is fear—fear that I might not be able to live up to the gravity of the term Amma…

And at times when my lil angel looks up at me and grins with utmost devotion and admiration in her eyes… Jeez…I feel so, so unworthy of it.