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Wrote it on 1 January 2016

Dear baby,

Happy new year!!!

Let's talk serious today.
25, 30 or may be 35 years down the line, there will come a time when you would start thinking to start your own little family. (We will be fine even if you not go to that path at all) but if you do, even the thought of having a kid will be stressful.

The thought of having a tiny tot, who is totally dependent on you and knows nothing but breathing and feeding and crying, is scary. The dilemma of having or not having a kid would certainly arise.

That day I want you to read this letter. (Hope we are on good terms till then :P)

Though I have no idea about parenthood and I don't know if I would be the kind of mother to whom you will look towards for having an advice or not. But I want you (and everyone else too) to know how wonderful it feels to have someone growing inside you.

My pregnancy has made me a more satisfied, happier, more kind, more loving, more appreciative and more positive.

I've started smiling at people when they stare at my protruding belly. I have started complimenting totally unknown women. I have started offering fruits to random kids.

I smile at the sight of kids with their parents...kids Waiting for the bus and kids having meltdowns in departmental stores amuse me equally.

My faith in humanity has suddenly been restored as everyone seems to have kind of care in their eyes. Whether it is someone closing or opening lift's door for me or someone offering to share my load... The world seems to be a better place suddenly.

I feel less insecure while walking on the roads as a trust in mankind is born even before your birth. May be because I want to pass on all the positivity your way. I keep telling you that you are going to love this bright beautiful world which is waiting for you with wide open arms and loads of love and opportunities.

This is what pregnancy does to you...This is what having a kid in your world does to you.

And if even after reading this, you are not ready to bring a grand child in our lives then feel free. We will never question you life choices.

And yes, a kid may come from you or cone TO you from the lot of improvised children... It will still be yours ..Ours...As long as it has our values and upbringing.

P.S. it seems that I was way to positive on the day when I wrote it. Otherwise I am not that optimistic and 5he world seems quite scary a place to rear a child today.

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