Because I'm nice! :)

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 😊