Besides the monotony of life that overrides our moods most of the time, there are yet many things around that bring a smile on one’s face. Well just to start with, early mornings always make me smile. The bright Sun that rises in the east, the kids waiting for their school bus, the street dogs collecting their pack to get ready for the hunt, the soothing bird music that pleases the ears, the dew that kisses the eyes and also the little tomatoes that are growing on my terrace are just some of the nature’s way of expressing, “There is always a reason to smile”.
In my case however, I have every reason to smile, get stupefied, go crazy, bang my head on the wall and then have a good laugh in the end. Apparently, my lovely reason happens to be my adorable year old son who leaves no stone unturned in making my mornings hilariously tough. My son usually has that face that can make anyone believe that he is incapable of doing any mischief. Looks are deceptive, I say! In his most sober mood, my son would either be transporting my utensils in his tricycle from kitchen to hall or shove all his miniature toys inside his father’s boots/shoes or perhaps grab those Maggi packets and place them in the most unthinkable places of home, like laundry bag, shoe cabinet or drawers of our dressing table. And how does he greet his daddy good morning? It all starts first with gentle patting, then by pulling his father’s hair and then finally waking up his ‘sleeping Daddy’ with sweet bites and warm pinches. “What a way to wake someone up!”is my husband’s usual retort in the morning later followed by his more confused reactions to unexpected mischief that our son always has up his sleeves. Like misplacing his father’s belt or shoving his tie under the bed or even placing some of his building blocks in the coziest sitting places of our home are just to name a few. Our son never ceases to surprise us with his plan of action. His face radiates innocence and his actions could nullify the very meaning of naughtiness. Reading out stories, playing with him and taking him out in the evening were probably not enough to channel his endless energy. So ever since I downloaded some old multilingual rhymes for him, his mischief had taken a back seat for a while. It is sheer pleasure to watch his tiny frame swaying in rhythm to the rhymes as he tried to catch the lyrics that appeal to him the most. As parents, my husband and I gazed at him lovingly and sighed in relief, “Respite!”
My mother often tells me, “Children understand everything. There is not a thing that they fail to catch as their grasping and understanding power surpasses ours.”. I understood what she said, in the absolute sense only after this particular incident happened. So, my son had been enjoying his rhymes for quite some time when as a parent I realized, his rhymes period had exceeded the usual time limit of 30 minutes per day. Also, the men in the house wanted to watch news @ 9 (a fodder for discussion over family dinner) So when I switched to our Tata Sky guide, my son first objected by crying and then by wailing for the remote by curling his tiny fingers in and out. Although I was tempted to extend his rhyme period, the stern mother in me won and I told him, “Enough for today!”. After a few minutes, he calmed down and stared blankly at the remote. His eyes said nothing. Silently, he left the room and waddled towards the kitchen. A while later hubby and father settled down for dinner as both did not want to miss the News @ 9 on NDTV. And then after a while, my son entered the room…..