The one who ushered in motherhood in me turned two yesterday. The difficult days had turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years. In the last one year, the little man had grown from one with unstable steps to roadrunner cruiser. He had moved on from surviving only on milk to approximated human eating behaviour. He has made a neat choice of his favourite toy- wheels. He loves to read books at bedtimes. He has developed a knack for giving speeches in an incomprehensible language to humans. And yesterday, i noticed he has also the devilish glee if he can pull a prank on another of his age.
i used to read a lot of mommy blogs that speak a lot about getting a habit out of a child at an early age. Self-soothing, no milk after bedtime and busy-bags are some of the issues that they often focus on. Frankly, i am a bohemian by spirit and hence categorically organising each or any of the above-mentioned thing has been a difficult task. My little man still drinks milk while sleeping. He still needs someone to rock him to sleep. On his bad days, he still clings on to me and is cranky. He still is a toddler who needs activities, even-if they are not out of prepared busy bags. And i realise its okay if he is not like the others.
He is pretty much like himself. He is visciously suspicious of new things offered to him. At the same time, he seems to be happy to meet people on the streets any day, tugging at their clothes, or screaming loudly if the the other person hasn't registered a wave of his hand. He calls all his relations by the first alphabetical sound, making him aware of almost all the byanjonbarna there are in the Bengali script. Moni becomes Mo, Shonadida becomes, Sh(n)o, Thamma becomes Tha, Ponaidida becomes P(n)o.
In the midst of all his idiosyncrasy, he teaches me some important lessons of life. He is angry only till the time his reason of anger is unattended. He doesn't carry its baggage. He is always looking for ways to be busy. He is calm at times focused on his favourite wheel. He is forever in joy.
These are lessons that spiritual guides often impart. These are lessons that a little man imparts to me. Happy birthday little man. Happy birthday to me.
i used to read a lot of mommy blogs that speak a lot about getting a habit out of a child at an early age. Self-soothing, no milk after bedtime and busy-bags are some of the issues that they often focus on. Frankly, i am a bohemian by spirit and hence categorically organising each or any of the above-mentioned thing has been a difficult task. My little man still drinks milk while sleeping. He still needs someone to rock him to sleep. On his bad days, he still clings on to me and is cranky. He still is a toddler who needs activities, even-if they are not out of prepared busy bags. And i realise its okay if he is not like the others.
He is pretty much like himself. He is visciously suspicious of new things offered to him. At the same time, he seems to be happy to meet people on the streets any day, tugging at their clothes, or screaming loudly if the the other person hasn't registered a wave of his hand. He calls all his relations by the first alphabetical sound, making him aware of almost all the byanjonbarna there are in the Bengali script. Moni becomes Mo, Shonadida becomes, Sh(n)o, Thamma becomes Tha, Ponaidida becomes P(n)o.
In the midst of all his idiosyncrasy, he teaches me some important lessons of life. He is angry only till the time his reason of anger is unattended. He doesn't carry its baggage. He is always looking for ways to be busy. He is calm at times focused on his favourite wheel. He is forever in joy.
These are lessons that spiritual guides often impart. These are lessons that a little man imparts to me. Happy birthday little man. Happy birthday to me.
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