What I learnt from him

Any guesses who is the "HIM"  from the title? No. Not my husband.
Him = My Son.

I had always looked forward for guidance and advises from elders, books, history and google of course. But I never thought I would learn something from my tiny bundle of joy, my baby. The first and foremost lesson I learnt from him was that the best gifts of life don’t come wrapped in shiny packages. And ever since then, my son never ceased to teach me.

My son is 18 months old now. Wait a minute, did I say OLD? If 18 months is old, then I must be antique. Ok. Bad joke. Lets get back to the teachings. As my son grows in age, so do I as a mother and here is what I have learnt so far.

1.     Take no shame in letting your loved ones know that you need them: He throws tantrums when I am around yet busy enough to ignore him. He tries hard to gain my attention. Sometimes he even fake cries and indicates he bumped his head and is hurt and comes to me with stretched hands and beams as soon as I hold him in my arms. Well, mission accomplished.

2.     Accept it when you miss someone: When I am back from office, my son, jumps with joy and runs towards me with stretched arms and is all smiles. It makes me feel special and makes my day. He does the same when his grandparents come to visit him.

3.        Its okay to vent out your anger every now and then, but give an easy forgivance: He yells and shouts at me, clearly indicating that he is mad at me. But little coaxing and cajoling, soothes his mood and senses. And then, we are on friendly terms.

4.      Dance if the music says so: He dances to his favorite songs. Its not much of a dance and comprises of swaying, flapping hands and tapping feet. Its not graceful and does not follow any rhythm. But that doesn't stop him from dancing. May be we humans, were built that way. To dance to the music but are too civilized and shy away from doing so.

      Sky is the limit when you have your mom’s support:

      I usually hold my son onto the window grills and support his back with my tummy. He tries climbing further up or changes foot from one grill to the other and has fun in his own way. But one day, so as to make his fun moments funnier, I raised my son a little higher and let him hold onto the curtain rods. The room was filled with his giggles. Apparently my idea had gone well with him and I patted myself for it. Then he looked expectantly at me and pointed towards the tube light. PHEWWW!!!

      God is male:

      Yes. That’s right and I learnt it the hard way. One day I was feeding my son, the “fussy eater”. I secretly pray to God while feeding him that he should eat his fill now. Like any other day, he pursed his lips on seeing the peeled banana rush at his mouth. I patiently waited for him to open his mouth and deftly stove it inside, the moment his lips parted. I was happy for the tiny bite that I could force him to have and the very next second, he spat it out. With a painful look at the disposed piece of banana, I thought, “It would have been a lot more better had this piece landed in him tummy rather than the floor..” And lo! My son picked up the half chewed lump from the dusty dirty floor and swallowed. My immediate thought was, “Oh God! Not from the floor. You took it literally.” Had I known that God was listening to me at the moment, I would have been a little more specific. Now anyone rightly misunderstanding a female should be a male right? You get my point? Great!