I was reading the book "Who will cry when you die" by Robin Sharma. This could be the perfect example of a book written in the simplest or lightest form of English Language. It consists of a series of articles on the real life experience of the author.

One article that touched my heart was regarding the comment made by his son when he got furious at his son for spoiling the wall with the palm impression. One day his son told him "Dad, one day I will grow and you won't be able to see the handprint of my small palm"

After reading this I hold my little one and took her palms in mine. I was amazed to note that her fingers have grown long. I gently caressed her curly hair. Slowly I tried to stretch the spring shaped hair and that was also grown. I looked at her eyes for some time! God, the baby having 1.62 KG before three years is growing.

When I hugged her close to my heart, I felt her heart throbbing ----- the life ripped off from my heart and soul is throbbing! The baby who used to sleep on my shoulder prefers to sleep in bed hugging her toys.

There was a lump in my throat. I asked her "Will you grow up as a young lady soon?" She smiled at my peevish antiquities. After sometime, when I regained consciousness, multitude of thoughts started bothering me.

Why was feeling so insecure? Is it like, I don't want my baby to grow? Am I giving my best to her?

She is looking upon you! As of now, she doesn’t have anyone else to look for. The sense of responsibility made me feel better. We spent three years together. She made me feel proud in myriad fashions. The best gift I can give her is my time. How many of us could do so? After all, their childhood will get over soon. Also, they will have more people in their life!

"Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself" ~Kahlil Gibran