When we were on our trip, we did not order a baby crib for you. We wanted to see how you would do with sleeping on a regular mattress. The first two nights you were unsure, always weary of change that you are. Your Didi, besides whom you were supposed to sleep, asked if you wanted to hold her hand as you slept. That calmed you down and for the next week that is how you fell asleep – holding Didi’s hand. Once we were back, you were so excited to see your crib but mean parent took it down the same night. You were so upset and only when you saw the new sheets atop your new mattress that you smiled. You still asked, “Why?” every time you saw your disassembled crib in the garage, till you realized the freedom of sleeping in a regular bed. Now we can hear you running around in your room way past bedtime.
You used to love your sippy-cup. You only got it during naptime and nini time but that was not something that you were willing to give up. We conveniently forgot to take them for our trip and in all the excitement you never really asked for it but that first night back you insisted on one. We had to do a complete search of all the places, till you were convinced they were not at home. Unhappy is a very mild word.
You were so excited to start school but then you had such a bad experience in the first couple of days in a play care, which has a two week stop gap between when S aunty left and we started our vacation, that the word ‘school’ caused you to panic. The first few days you started your actual school, were horrible. Your Paa and I watched our phones constantly, a nagging ache in our hearts. For the rest of the week, you cried at drop off but not after. Then this week, just second week in to your school, you jump in to your class, happy to see your teachers. You still don’t play with anyone, stay glued to Ms. H but not one tear and we can’t tell you how relived we are. We expected worse, has mentally prepared ourselves for much worse but you surprised us.
And then you have your little observations that make us burst out laughing. You try putting on your own clothes or shoes and get them wrong more times than right. You look up and gleefully tell us, ‘ulta pulta ho gaya!” You saw an recumbent bike the other day. Amazed you looked on, turned and told us, “nini kar ke cycle chala raha hei.” A lot of people come up to you to tell you that you are cute, mostly because of your mass of curly hair. Your Didi picked it up and call you cute ever so often. The other day as I was getting you ready after your swim and a shower, you looked at yourself in the mirror and exclaim, “Me kitna cute hai!” Yeah darling, as I laugh out, I agree you are so very cute.
Changes have come in fast for you -we got rid of your crib, we told you “Baby took your sippy-cup,” we started you in a new school and but for minor starting problems you have cruised through them all and through it all you have kept your spirit. Your loud laugh when you find something funny, your pout when you don’t like something, your scream when you are angry, your stubbornness to get your way, your way to get away with anything with Didi, your insistence that all my attention be yours – if anything you have turned the dial to extra high on all of these. You rule our world, make it go around and all we wish for you is that you continue to grow in to the child you are. Be happy, be healthy, be you sweetheart.