Everyone of us had a moment in time. That unforgettable time, when what you wanted the most in life finally happened. Mine was in September 21, 1978 at Women's College Hospital in Toronto. The day when my first child was born. A baby girl!! I was on top of the world. I wanted the whole universe to know that I was the happiest man.Inside the delivery room, I was emotionally charged. Concerned for my wife and child, I watched the doctor's every move. Just like a surveillance camera, I witnessed the progression of my baby's birth. And that was a heart-pounding experience.
Well, about 30 years later, my daughter is having her first child. Last week was her Baby Shower Party and by next month she would complete the cycle of life and become a mother just like her Mom. The whole family is looking forward to the little new member and the latest addition to our family. For the first time I would be a grandfather. A very excited one too. That excitement is written on the wall_literally. I painted a mural on the wall of the Baby's Room. A painting of a tree and stork flying by. Aside from my camera which is all set to document the arrival, it is my way of welcoming my dear and most awaited grandchild.
For now, I pray for the safety of my daughter's pregnancy and delivery. I wait anxiously and ponder on the priceless memories I had in raising her. She grew up to be a wonderful daughter and I can easily imagine how great a mother she would be to her child. When the hour has come, it is also the hour when the cycle of life.... is complete. The baby becomes a mother.
