You came like a light breeze… little did we know that it was the calm before the storm!
Did I ever mention that you were calm and content to lie still?
That you were a little angel?
Quiet and peaceful?
HO HO HO I was SO wrong!
You, my little lady, is trouble spelt out in big bold capitals! TROUBLE with the sweetest smile ever. In the beginning you were this chubby baby who would lie and smile at everything. No crying. No fuss for eating. No fuss for sleeping. Content. I was a little worried thinking that you will be late in all your milestones as your hyperactive brother had rolled over at 3 months and at 4 months you still showed no signs of doing so. I worried needlessly.
You rolled over just before we went to Kerala. And there was no looking back. You beat your brother flat in all the “milestones”. Started sitting on your own before 6 months, crawled faster , started walking holding on to chairs and now trying to stand up on your own. You manage to keep your balance for a few seconds and then plop down. What we all have found out is that you are fearless. Always ready to crawl anywhere and everywhere. Dark r
ooms, up the stairs, over the small step to the balcony; nothing is out of bounds. Cocoa to you is like a huge soft toy. Sometimes I see you resting your cheek on her tummy where she has the softest fur and other time you smack her on the nose and clamber on top of her. You charm everybody with that smile, but absolutely refuse to let anyone hold you. Even if you deign to go into somebody’s arms you keep checking that we are there nearby. Your reaction to most people is dependent on how Mogli reacts to them. Did I mention that you are a chatterbox? Chitter patter the whole day non stop! Right now your vocabulary is limite sto five words: Da-da, Tha-tha, Cha-cha, pa-pa and ma-ma. Morning to evening you keep on repeating different combinations of these in varying pitches and tones non stop. I shudder to think of the time you will actually start talking!
You were a sharp contrast to your brother in terms of eating well and sleeping 2-3 hours daily. Now its like his influences have seeped into you. The moment you see the spoon you start crying. The past two weeks have been horrible with me ready to give you away to the first person who knocks on the dorr. Cry cry cry is all you did. Cry coz you don’t want to eat. Cry coz you don’t want to sleep. Cry coz you are hungry. Cry coz you are sleepy. Cry coz your bad mama took away that crayon you had secretly stashed inside your mouth. Cry coz somebody looked at you. Cry cry cry.
And I am back to the old days with Mowgli. Put everything into a bottle and walk around the parking lot trying to squeeze some spoons into your tummy. Your dada did protest at this ‘inhuman’ treatment and gave his gyan on ‘101 ways to feed a baby with love’. I gave him the oats and walked away at rule number 2. He shut up after rule 3 when you refused to open your mouth to his sweet pleas. Your grandparents give me advice on how to feed you things that you like. (I’m this close to putting the crayons on your plate for a tasty snack!) The urge to wean you is getting stronger and stronger by the hour. (Just now you came to my chair and put your grubby hands on my lap and gave me your trademark grin ‘Ma-ma’ and then crawled away. ) You are a pro at smiling at people and then proceeding to do things your way. No tantrums and the like for you. Sweetly and slyly do whatever you want without the drama! God save anybody who crosses your path.
ooms, up the stairs, over the small step to the balcony; nothing is out of bounds. Cocoa to you is like a huge soft toy. Sometimes I see you resting your cheek on her tummy where she has the softest fur and other time you smack her on the nose and clamber on top of her. You charm everybody with that smile, but absolutely refuse to let anyone hold you. Even if you deign to go into somebody’s arms you keep checking that we are there nearby. Your reaction to most people is dependent on how Mogli reacts to them. Did I mention that you are a chatterbox? Chitter patter the whole day non stop! Right now your vocabulary is limite sto five words: Da-da, Tha-tha, Cha-cha, pa-pa and ma-ma. Morning to evening you keep on repeating different combinations of these in varying pitches and tones non stop. I shudder to think of the time you will actually start talking!You were a sharp contrast to your brother in terms of eating well and sleeping 2-3 hours daily. Now its like his influences have seeped into you. The moment you see the spoon you start crying. The past two weeks have been horrible with me ready to give you away to the first person who knocks on the dorr. Cry cry cry is all you did. Cry coz you don’t want to eat. Cry coz you don’t want to sleep. Cry coz you are hungry. Cry coz you are sleepy. Cry coz your bad mama took away that crayon you had secretly stashed inside your mouth. Cry coz somebody looked at you. Cry cry cry.
And I am back to the old days with Mowgli. Put everything into a bottle and walk around the parking lot trying to squeeze some spoons into your tummy. Your dada did protest at this ‘inhuman’ treatment and gave his gyan on ‘101 ways to feed a baby with love’. I gave him the oats and walked away at rule number 2. He shut up after rule 3 when you refused to open your mouth to his sweet pleas. Your grandparents give me advice on how to feed you things that you like. (I’m this close to putting the crayons on your plate for a tasty snack!) The urge to wean you is getting stronger and stronger by the hour. (Just now you came to my chair and put your grubby hands on my lap and gave me your trademark grin ‘Ma-ma’ and then crawled away. ) You are a pro at smiling at people and then proceeding to do things your way. No tantrums and the like for you. Sweetly and slyly do whatever you want without the drama! God save anybody who crosses your path.
Your brother is yo
ur hero as of now. Times when I feel that your life revolves around him You wait for him to get back from school so that he can squeeze you till you are blue. He arranges his cars and you go disturb everything. Trying to do what all he does and if he tries to ignore you then go plonk yourself right in front of him and say Cha-cha cha-cha .
ur hero as of now. Times when I feel that your life revolves around him You wait for him to get back from school so that he can squeeze you till you are blue. He arranges his cars and you go disturb everything. Trying to do what all he does and if he tries to ignore you then go plonk yourself right in front of him and say Cha-cha cha-cha . Visitors have been shocked at seeing Mowgli squeeze you, carry you around, manhandle you. But you remain smiling throughout. And there are days when I wake up to see both of you cuddled together and it makes me soooooooooo happy and loving and what not. ( though there is a parallel thinking process that goes ‘Wow! Why don’t they both just sleep like this in another room!’).
Your dada is like putty in your hands and I foresee a lot of favors being wheedled out of that giant humbug. I on the other hand am made up of stronger material and can see through you. So don’t try your fancy tricks at me, girl!
It’s different. A daughter from a son. Not different in that sense but different different. Do you understand? ( maybe you will when you have both. )
What do I want for you? I want you to work hard towards your dreams. Following dreams is not enough, you need to work for them and when the opportunity comes grab it with both hands. The world may still be skewed, but you don’t worry about that. I wish for you Passion. For the things you want and the dreams you’ll have. Passion for life. Passion to live.
We as always will always be there.
God Bless.
Love,
Mama
It’s different. A daughter from a son. Not different in that sense but different different. Do you understand? ( maybe you will when you have both. )
What do I want for you? I want you to work hard towards your dreams. Following dreams is not enough, you need to work for them and when the opportunity comes grab it with both hands. The world may still be skewed, but you don’t worry about that. I wish for you Passion. For the things you want and the dreams you’ll have. Passion for life. Passion to live.We as always will always be there.
God Bless.
Love,
Mama
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