Who knew that tapping the kitchen floor with your palms while lying flat on the ground could be so much fun? Or standing in front of the mirror, giggling and smiling at your reflection, while trying to make friends with your own self, could fill one's heart with so much happiness? It is these tini-tiny expressions and humongous joys that little ones are made of.
Every morning (well many of them) my little one wakes up crying loudly. As I rush to her crib fearing something is wrong, I see that she is perfectly fine except that she is crying. A bad dream? Stomach ache? I don't know. But she cries as if she has been bit by a bug. Then just few seconds later, she is all peace and poodle and goes back to sleep. All I'm left with is, the guesswork and a smile.
These little ones have invisible magical wands. At times they just need to babble out few sounds, and I find that I have been brought back to life from my deepest thoughts and worries. As my baby moves her little fingers around my face, I find that she is infusing love and happiness into me. Her giggle, her smile, even seeing her sometimes expressionless face are few moments that I wish, I could just snap out of time and make them eternal.
And when little ones are not amusing us, they are crying. Yes! loud and clear, for the neighbors to hear and parents to bear. As parents, we get to be comedians and singers just like that. But what we also learn is patience, endurance, versatility... to name a few. I've personally never felt so much gratitude for my own parents after being a mother! How did they take care of the three of us?
Demanding as royalties. Sparkling as celebrities. The little ones have always and will always, continue to puzzle and pleasure the society. And now, I need to rush. I want to hold my little puzzler, snug her tight and never let go.
