I am sooo proud of you. So awestruck. You surprise me each day. I love your attitude, your enthusiasm, and the contagious smile on your face. So much to learn from you, my son. That infectious grin, and those twinkling smiling eyes ….and those countless baby suits that are too small for you .. reminders to get my priorities right. Before I know it, you’ll be running around and going off to school.
Last week I was going crazy. Too many things to juggle. Too little time. And you set me right. I need to play with you.. before you grow up enough to not need me.
Saturday was a day full of surprises.
Saturday morning. You woke up at an unearthly 7am. I wanted to sleep in late. But you were jumping all over me raring to go. A few disarming smiles and not so gentle prods later, I budged. I needed some good strong tea. Dada, Dadi had gone for their walk. So I put you in your walker. Hoping to keep you out of trouble while I made tea. But as soon as I reached the kitchen, you gave a gleeful war cry and trudged up right behind me. I kept staring. And staring some more. When did you grow up enough to walk in your walker?? Last I remembered your feet barely reached the floor when I put you in it. And here you are gleefully following me around the house. Yep, I walked all over the house to see if you’d follow. And you did. With countless stop overs in between. To pull and munch the table cloth. To open the shoe rack. To tug at the dining chairs. But follow me around you did. And I shouting with as much glee as you!
I realised that though I spend so many hours a day with you, we hardly have any play time. I’m always doing this or that or something else. Your feeds, your massage, your bath, more feeds. Always trying to juggle you with something else. And I just miss out on playing with you. Hardly realised how you’ve grown the past few weeks. When did you grow tall enough to reach the floor with your feet? When did you start walking about?
I am sooo envious of all the people who get to play with you. You cant imagine how much.
Late morning I took you to check out a few creches in the neighbourhood. At one, a caretaker reached out to you. And without batting an eyelid, you went to her. And played with her. And didnt even look at me. She took you to this room full of toys and you were enthralled. A good five minutes later, I reached out to you, and you still didnt even look at me. It broke my heart. You were too busy playing. I had to pry you away from her.
Do you also feel that way when I go about doing the housework instead of with you?
Afternoon was crawl time. Last I remembered you were into belly crawl. And then came the wobbly bum-up-in-the-air-pushup kinda crawl. So i spread out the carpet. And kept your favourite toy in front of you – the phone. And you surprised me again – you promptly crawled over to it with a huge grin and looked at me with a “whaddya think mommy!?! “. I kept moving it further, you kept catching up. Like we were playing tag. We did 2 full rounds of the entire carpet. Woah!!! Shocked. And so proud of you!
Evening we went to the park. Holidays are over. The kids are back. The park was full. But I think you sensed that and didnt like it. You werent your usual self. You held back. Cautious. You didnt even like your usual swing.
Back home, now that you’re a big boy, you insisted on having dinner. From mommy’s plate. So I gave you a small piece of roti. And you munched it away happily. And asked for more. And more. And more. For every bite I had, I had to give you a teeny weeny one. Else you showed your disapproval with a loud growl and a lunge towards my plate. 🙂 This has now become and everyday ritual. You and me. Having dinner together each nite.
I started writing this post last saturday, 6th June, when Juno completed 7 months. Just never got around to finishing it. Am too busy playing with Goosh 😉 hahaha.. I knew you wont believe me. There’s too much to write. And not enough time to….