What she lacks for in niceties and sugar-coated talk, she makes up for with liberal splashes of kisses. Yes, its a kiss mania. Umma, umma, ummma!!
Sometimes its expected, other times I'm caught in a hysteria of kisses so unexpected that I'm literally stopped on my tracks. Such enervating emotions, sigh! But I can live with that 😊
With fits of frenzied affection, I'm smothered and spoiled to bits by my only child. And it has also become a sort of public display of affection, not that she knows much ado about public and private emotional plays.
Whenever she sticks out a cheek for a kiss, I go all the way unhesitantly (the typical mother type). But with P, kisses are without provocation and utter disregard for the surrounding which would have bothered the 'old me' a great deal. But she has taught me that there is no harm in spreading the 'Magnificence of love' wherever I go. I call it the 'Stardust effect' rubbing on me 😊.
Who do I go to when I need to wear off my withdrawal symptoms (leaving Bangalore times)? Who do I find sneaking a book of dinosaurs, horses and elephants (a recent addition) devouring every picture filled page? Who do I sit beside to watch monster doodle or paint with an enthusiasm so infectious that it has stirred up a slight interest for art in me? Who croons along when I sing 'Unni vavavo' or 'Ponnumthinkal'? Who comes to my rescue with an inescapable charm that derides my sometimes moody self? Who do I play 'knock knock' every night just to hear her tiny, honey-sweet voice answer 'Its me, Sumani'? Who do I get to hear remarkably wise observations from? Who do I hear give gasp-inducing talk so that I end up dribbling notes on my phone about it? Who do I see putting up brave, stoic faces (very rare occasions these are) when I had to strike her only because it becomes deviously uncontrollable? Above all, who do I get to snuggle up to every night to read bedtime stories, honing my story telling skills along the way of tantalizing her imaginations, her eyes and jaws wide open in wonder and definitely all ears? 😊Oh, how I cherish that sight!!.
She is a masterpiece of her own being which I believe is universally applied to children.
She helped me form new and interesting impressions of the people around us. Of the people we know of. Of the people we don't know of.
She taught me to go easy on myself sometimes, so that things get easy around us. And I totally subscribe to this philosophy although its easier said than done.
And I'm happy to nourish, enrich and nurture her for as long as I can. It is such a humbling experience and such a GRIND! Not every day will be spectacular with P but at least a spectre of self education creeps in each day. That is real to me.
Who knew this ever blooming girl, once a peanut sized life could bring out such a transformation in me as a person. Her declarations of love is what I seek when I'm in dire need of 'reassurance' and 'renaissance' as a person.
Not a single day would pass by without her teeming, boisterous energy infecting me in some manner. Her spirit, her opinionated self is so afflicting that its influence cannot be escaped. I'm not on the throes of extolling her the highest honour here. This is merely an account of a mother, a woman unemployed and steeped into the art of parenting. Anything I love, I immerse into it with fiery passion and parenthood is no different. There are possiblities unexplored here, territories to be discovered and potentials to be stumbled upon. Sans job, I can invest a lot of time and energy into raising P in a certain way that I believe is largely beneficial to her.
Who knew this ever blooming girl, once a peanut sized life could bring out such a transformation in me as a person. Her declarations of love is what I seek when I'm in dire need of 'reassurance' and 'renaissance' as a person.
