Monthly Archives: May 2010

Forever Young!

This song is like a prayer that I say for my implet every time he succeeds in moving past yet another milestone during this age of discovery that he is going through. His milestones so far include his mouthful of 6 teeth that he proudly shows when he smiles, when he laughs, a spring breeze..that’s what it is, a beautiful open mouth smile, morphing into a chuckle and bursting into a full laughter like the pealing of wind chimes. He stands up holding people’s trousers much to the woe of people wearing loose waistband pants. He couldn’t care less, if the pant falls down, the legs will surely do. He climbed up the stairs today, I sat down and taught him yesterday how to put one leg before the other and use his hand to pull himself up and today he wanted to show me, so screaming, grunting, babbling he climbed one big step at a time. It is breathtaking to see how fast they learn. He crawls, really fast and loves babbling. He sounds like one of those old people who sit on the porch every morning, coffee and “The Hindu” in hand tsk..tsking over the state of affairs. He will crawl complaining about he doesn’t want to be in the living area when I am in the kitchen, he will come near the kitchen door and complain his heart out till I go, pick him up and give him spoons, ladles, and vessels till he is appeased enough to sit in the kitchen banging away his troubles. He has his moments of quite contemplation when we both sit outside as the evening sun is slowly tiring out from his journey, the trees whispering like conspiring confidants and the birds darting in and out of the feeder. He loves a little stool that we use. It can be disassembled and he uses one of its round legs like his personal club, threatening anyone who dare remove it from him. He rolls it, hammers a poor little monkey, and every now and then licks it to leave his mark on it. The pathetic looking stool lies there with one leg, half a top looking pretty sad as my little Bheem roars and bangs around. He loves music, and will dance when I hold his hand to anything playing.

It is overwhelming at times to be here living this life. It requires me to be aware every moment of every day. Live every moment to the fullest. I am enjoying it though. I have always been laid back and take life as it comes. Parenthood is making me prioritize my life. It is making me grow into my own person. Madmomma had a post a few days back. I get what she means now. I am a strong believer in being a working mom. Just because I am sitting at home doesn’t mean I don’t work..and no I am not counting taking care of an infant as work, though I should call myself an idiot for not doing so. I want to put this straight….I am home taking care of a 9 month old, cooking, cleaning and doing all the chores with a lot of help from the dude..Doesn’t mean I am wallowing on the couch and turning into a blob. I read the news, update myself on world politics. I bet I could argue your working shoes off on any topic. I write, I obsess over what words to use and how to phrase sentences. I research topics and write about them. I spend all day taking care of this little bundle of energy, till he goes to sleep at 8.00, then I sit and write, often till a time it should be made illegal to be awake, then sleep for a few minutes before my little implet tries to eat my face off at 5.00 in the morning. So don’t look at me like I just lost my life to a bus accident and talk sweet nothings or about my baby all the time, I have other interests too. I chose this because I take pleasure in looking at my child grow, learn, laugh and absorb the world around him. I want to be there when he sees the robin on the bird feeder, the hare in the backyard and the little pollen float around on a lazy spring day. I want to see him crawl, walk, babble and learn to swing in the playground where I will teach him, every time he flies off to touch the moon, I will be there down watching and waiting for him to come back and tell me all about it.

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What does Parenthood mean to you?

What does Parenthood mean to you? Are you the parent you always thought you would be or have things surprised you?

Parenthood means being humble enough to know that I will be learning every minute, being confident enough to know that I can handle any situation this throws at me. It means learning to live every moment completely. It means being honest with myself. I have this little person looking up to me and will possibly question my decisions someday in the future. I can answer him, guide him and trust him only if I trust myself and am true to myself. It means having a thousand conflicting emotions crashing like waves through the crevices of my heart and washing across the fissures of my brain. Yet, through these emotions, I will learn to put my sonsĀ  cry when he bumps his head or his disappointment and his happiness ahead of mine every time.

I am in some ways who I imagined myself to be as a parent, and yet there are moments when I surprise myself, not many, but then I expect them to grow as my little implet grows too.