The Real Magic of Warmth

 

Couple fights are common in every house but when they make up, the moment itself becomes so special. The same happened with me.

 

It was my child’s birthday and me and my husband bought her a small cycle. I remained at home as my husband brought her on her cycle and as we were getting back home, my daughter started crying loudly. My husband was walking with her in front while I was at the back. My husband thought that it was just that she was too scared of sitting on the cycle and hence kept crying. I tried to make her stop crying and distracted her so that she could get her mind out of the cycle and start enjoying the ride. As we kept walking on the street, her crying did not stop and it was then I told my husband to stop walking and get her off the cycle. While picking her up, I noticed that her leg was inside the wheel and it was entirely cut. She was bleeding and being 3 years old, she couldn’t even explain her pain to me. We rushed her to the hospital and she got 3 stitches in the leg. I was so furious at my husband as he was right beside her and still couldn’t notice her leg bleeding. We argued a lot that day and my daughter’s birthday was not celebrated in the end.

 

Things started becoming worse later as each time we would have a reason to argue and I would remind him of how wrong he was that day when my daughter got injured. I tried to make him feel he was irresponsible and never let my kid go outside with him as I felt they would be injured and he wouldn’t even know. I never noticed that my daughter was being affected by our fights and she was actually feeling lonely within thinking her mom and dad are not happy with each other.

 

 

After 2 months, my daughter’s school organized a drawing competition and I was getting her prepared for the same. The day arrived when she had to submit her drawing and I asked her to show me it. It was a lovely house with three people standing before it named: Mum, Dad and Baby and there was a message written down “Love you mom and dad. Mum, dad is really sorry for what he did and please love him too. We should again start living as a happy family just like in this picture.”  I just held that drawing in my hand and my eyes were already moist. I looked in front and my husband was standing holding his ears and asking for forgiveness. I just did not think a moment and rushed to hug him.

 

Still there are times when we argue and don’t talk to each other for days. But when one of us makes up and the other one forgives, those moments are just magical. The real magic of warmth.

 I’m blogging about my #MagicOfWarmth moment at BlogAdda in association with Parachute Advansed Hot Oil