Before you were born everyone used to tell me, ‘Wait till you have her. The lack of sleep will get to you’. Maybe I was mentally prepared for it or maybe I did get enough sleep even though it was in small chunks, I never did mind it (at least not during the time frame people were talking about). Next came, ‘Wait till she starts crawling and walking’. I loved it when you first started to crawl and then walk. The way you used to come as quickly as you could when you spied me, the way you climbed up on my lap with a smile on your face. Up next was, ‘Wait till the terrible two’s start’. Well they were..are..not easy. How could they be when they hit when you were 15 months old rather than at 20 something months as for most kids (when do they end?? 3 years?? 4??), but we still found a way to handle them. We made things work by letting you have your tantrum time on the floor and with timeouts and loads of hugs and snuggles in between.
‘Wait till she starts talking properly’. How do I tell them, now that you have started almost talking properly, the fun I am having, the smile I carry with me all the time when you are around. The way you chime in at all the right places with ‘book padhi’, ‘nini kari’, ‘khana khaya’, ‘saare saare’, ‘bhaajo bhaajo’ and ‘good dog Carl’, during the Carl story. The way you say, ‘budhu bachche’ and ‘mumma pechay,’ during Fluffy duck. The way you ask, ‘Yeah kon hey?’, just the way I ask you, before telling me who the animal is in your book. The way you question, ‘Yeah kya kiya?’ at the crease in the book, just the way I asked the time you folded the paper. The way you run to your Paa with, ‘Papa diaper change’ or with ‘Papa utho, bas nini’. Or the way you come to either of us and tell us, ‘All done’ as you try to pull us off the sofa, when you want us to get up and play with you.
As you make your demands for, ‘buberry’ or ‘apple’ or ‘onange’. As you sit in your corner playing by yourself, you sometime randomly say, ‘Oshit’ and your Paa and I stop in our tracks. You go on playing as if nothing has happened. Then then next minute you say, ‘Alligator’ or ‘Zebra’ or ‘Elishant’ and we break out in smiles, ‘aaah Ostrich’. As you say, ‘ubbing’ and we don’t understand you. We ask you to repeat over and over again till it hits us, ‘Oh tubing’ and the sheer relief on your face. I can’t help but be glad at how easy life has become because of all you can communicate and be happy at how you keep us constantly entertained. You now can tell us exactly what you want on one side and you keep us on our toes with trying to figure out what you are saying on the other.
There might come a time when you will talk non-stop and I would have enough of it. But for now, I am enjoying every little word that you speak (that it makes sense or not is a different question). So go on learn, talk, grow because your Maa is loving every minute of it.
Love you loads,
PS: When I hear you saying, ‘Mumma aagaye’ as I open the main door, I know I am home 🙂