Chapter 6

 Anecdote:

Sometimes, I find myself feeling guilty—wondering if I love my second child the same way I loved my first. Deep down, I know my love is equal for both my daughters, but sometimes, something inside me shifts. Is it the hormones? The exhaustion? Or something I can’t quite name? These feelings confuse me, and though I celebrate the blessing of my newborn, a quiet struggle lingers within me. In this entry, I try to capture the magic of new life, even as shadows quietly gather.

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Poem:

latent dream that turned true...

Magic unfurled when I found you...

Ripping apart my anxiety, when you came..

Blessings were spelled, all the pains seemed so lame ...

Living the happiness that were long due.

We are seeing the best of ourselves in you.

When you look for me, my worth rises manifold.

Reinforcing true love can't be bought or sold...

Relishing to see you walk making all the endeavour...

I promise you this love will last more than forever ❣️❣️

— Amita Joshi

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Tara’s Reflection:

As I read these words, I see not just a mother’s joy but the silent battle beneath the surface — a mother trying to balance love and doubt, strength and vulnerability. This is not just a celebration of new life, but a testimony of courage. How often do we forget that even in happiness, shadows may linger? But the promise here, the promise of love lasting more than forever, is what truly holds everything together. It reminds me that love isn’t perfect — it’s patient

, it’s messy, and it’s real.