Penny for my 3.6 year old 'peach' girl's thoughts? Yes, I will have to
sometimes. Other times she lets me know for free. The trajectory of her
thoughts, I must admit, has baffled me on quite a few occasions. 'Did
she actually notice that about me?' 'How long has she been wanting or
thinking like that?' Questions in puffy clouds hovering over my head.
But
in this post, which I type at the risk of my daughter waking up any
minute all ready to demand things from me, I intend to pour down flashes
of her amusing thoughts for posterity's sake. C'mon, I do fancy her
reading all this someday if my husband manages to get a printout 😊
The
other day while we were watching our-obsessively-favourite-animated
film-of-now (Fyi, it keeps changing every month or so) , 'Despicable
me'; we got to a scene where Margo (one of the adorable adopted girls by
Gru) was pecking away to glory on her phone , while Gru, in a mask of
overwhelming anxiety, tries to make sure she isn't texting a boy. The
point is that at this moment of the film, my little girl presses the
pause button, looks up from the screen and tells me, 'She's just like
you, reading and writing on the phone' Gasp!
Above the din
of all that clacking noise on the keyboard (as a result of penning down
some gibberish) I made one day, we were trying to have a semblance of a
'not so distracted ' conversation. And the topic was our likelihood of
visiting my hometown in Kerala for my sister's marriage. And then with
girlish enthusiasm my daughter tests me, 'Will I get married?' How in
the world did she get the idea of 'her' marriage? This one was a recent
gasp! 😊
We were having one of our sporadic idle Saturday
talk. One of those talks where I try to understand my daughter's
sensibilities and feelings through the art of subtlety. Sometimes I
believe these talks have been long overdue but once they are done, I
feel a lot closer to her, as if I'd just unlocked some secret door
inside of her and trust me, on those days my face is definitely beaming
😊 as if I were bestowed the crown of parenthood😁. Cutting to the
chase, we were making some small talk when li'l P suddenly exclaimed, '
I'm a peach girl. My skin is peach colour!' To this remark, I was
flabbergasted alright but then I ventured on 'What colour is my skin?'.
She paused to think and then said, ' peach colour!' with her trademark
grin. I was obviously flattered 😁 but did I get an understanding of how
her brain unspools? Darn it! I didn't need to then. She will probably
say everyone around her is peach in colour for all that matters. All she
does is see things with her own eyes, unraveling herself, questioning
me and nudging me to look at the other side of things. And believe me,
no matter what the colour, my li'l P will accept the good things and
wonder about the bad ones at this point in her life. Will she be my
quintessential teacher or vice-versa?( Kids are most of the times
eye-openers to their parents)? It is highly likely. But as of now, the
only skin colour she has a minuscule of interest in is hers. Should I
be concerned? Not if she is. But I do plan to keep it 'no bother' if the
topic ever comes to that again.
And the creme de la creme
of her thoughts was discovered today. I'd just given her a bath and
after her mandatory soaking in a bucket of water (she calls herself a
hippo then!), she hauls herself out of it and walks to her room dripping
wet. I dry her and then ask her to go wear her underwear. She is big
enough to do that but she ignores me and instead chooses to dally about
with her toys on the bed. And I go like, ' Aren't you ashamed?' To which
she stunned me saying, 'No, because I'm nice!' And I intend to keep it
that way. I intend for her to not unlearn this simple ability to love
and respect one's body.
Being a (default) parent,for many reasons, does come with a price but it definitely does add spark to my life 😅
And now that I've let it out into the virtual void, I'm at peace 😊
