You are just 3 now. I wonder why it feels like 13.
You already have clear choices and sharp deductions.
"Water in the red bottle, not the yellow one."
"Why am I not wearing bangles like you today."
"I don't want to wear this collar T-shirt, as boys wear that, not girls".
If you make up your mind, no one can have you say sorry. You can carry on your crying tantrum for what feels like ages without giving up a bit. Yeah I'm talking about the one where you are all red faced, tear drenched, sobbing like a silly girl. And I'm biting my nails asking what have I done to deserve this.
You can negotiate and you are really good at it.
Mommy give me one M&M, you say.
Take a bite of banana first, I say.
Nooo - give me 3 M&M then.
If you want 3 M&M, you need to finish your whole Banana first.
Ok, I need the whole packet then!
And you leave me open mouthed.
You know what's pretty and what's not (Yes, Yes, Blame me on this one!). So obviously we put a matching 'bindi' with our dresses. And 'Riya' has to wear a dress to any party, not top and leggings. A big shocker recently was on the Christmas day. There was a party for kids in the society downstairs. I had you wear a frock and having just returned from office, had no plans to deck up myself. I planned to show up wearing jeans. "Mom, why are you not ready yet?", you came up to me and questioned as a matter of fact. "Come, let me select a dress for you!!!!". To this day, I can't believe you actually said that.
But that's not all the reasons why I call you a 13 year old. You have even got a boy-friend - "Ojus".
"Ojus-this", "Ojus-that"...I don't think I have seen you happier in recent times. I remember the first time you came from day care and mentioned about 'Ojus'. You said he is your best friend and you went on saying how he was naughty, how he threw soil on your head, how he climbs the wall etc etc. Then one day you told us that he is not your friend anymore. We asked Why. You said he spilled some girl's water and teacher has instructed not to be friends with him. You were sad. The next day you came back saying he is your friend again. When asked how, it was because he did not repeat that water spilling again. Naturally you forgave.
You do all this and at the same time you can be as silent and peaceful as a dove. You can be as gentle a breeze that ever blew. As fragrant a rose that ever bloomed. As pretty a little fairy that ever came down upon this earth. You can smile and giggle, laugh and smile again....You amaze us with your wittiness. You can be so easily convinced sometimes. But most of the time you are argumentative as a lawyer and so inquisitive that it feels Newtonish.
But all said and done, there is absolutely no better feeling in this world then to put my arms around you and feel blessed. For I know this is a journey and you continue to make the sweetest of memories to be locked up in a treasure chest.
Happy 3rd Birthday Riya!
You already have clear choices and sharp deductions.
"Water in the red bottle, not the yellow one."
"Why am I not wearing bangles like you today."
"I don't want to wear this collar T-shirt, as boys wear that, not girls".
If you make up your mind, no one can have you say sorry. You can carry on your crying tantrum for what feels like ages without giving up a bit. Yeah I'm talking about the one where you are all red faced, tear drenched, sobbing like a silly girl. And I'm biting my nails asking what have I done to deserve this.
You can negotiate and you are really good at it.
Mommy give me one M&M, you say.
Take a bite of banana first, I say.
Nooo - give me 3 M&M then.
If you want 3 M&M, you need to finish your whole Banana first.
Ok, I need the whole packet then!
And you leave me open mouthed.
You know what's pretty and what's not (Yes, Yes, Blame me on this one!). So obviously we put a matching 'bindi' with our dresses. And 'Riya' has to wear a dress to any party, not top and leggings. A big shocker recently was on the Christmas day. There was a party for kids in the society downstairs. I had you wear a frock and having just returned from office, had no plans to deck up myself. I planned to show up wearing jeans. "Mom, why are you not ready yet?", you came up to me and questioned as a matter of fact. "Come, let me select a dress for you!!!!". To this day, I can't believe you actually said that.
But that's not all the reasons why I call you a 13 year old. You have even got a boy-friend - "Ojus".
"Ojus-this", "Ojus-that"...I don't think I have seen you happier in recent times. I remember the first time you came from day care and mentioned about 'Ojus'. You said he is your best friend and you went on saying how he was naughty, how he threw soil on your head, how he climbs the wall etc etc. Then one day you told us that he is not your friend anymore. We asked Why. You said he spilled some girl's water and teacher has instructed not to be friends with him. You were sad. The next day you came back saying he is your friend again. When asked how, it was because he did not repeat that water spilling again. Naturally you forgave.
You do all this and at the same time you can be as silent and peaceful as a dove. You can be as gentle a breeze that ever blew. As fragrant a rose that ever bloomed. As pretty a little fairy that ever came down upon this earth. You can smile and giggle, laugh and smile again....You amaze us with your wittiness. You can be so easily convinced sometimes. But most of the time you are argumentative as a lawyer and so inquisitive that it feels Newtonish.
But all said and done, there is absolutely no better feeling in this world then to put my arms around you and feel blessed. For I know this is a journey and you continue to make the sweetest of memories to be locked up in a treasure chest.
Happy 3rd Birthday Riya!
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