Mommy & me

The euphoria I felt when I was still able to swoop my son up, high into the air, is without parallel. And watching his gleeful eyes and thrilled shriek before he could speak any words, clearly told me that the euphoria was shared . I think of a child as a projection of the Mother: the child fulfills so many dreams and is a Mother’s gift and link to the future. A child has so much in common with the mother (as represented by the ‘kalka’ or paisley shape), yet is his or her own person; the same elements make the both of them; but while they are inseparable, they are separate entities…This drawing is dedicated to my now 4-yr. old – and to the moments of intense happiness he brings me, which help tide over the moments of indescribable frustration that he also brings me :-)

To borrow the words of Khalil Gibran:
Your children are not your children.They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your childrenas living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,

and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies,

so He loves also the bow that is stable.