My living loving Cinquain

You turned 5 with panache’. An opening limerick of the rest of your life

Five for the Fighting. Five for the Fun.

Eighteen days before, on a Saturday, we began the countdown. And, in that surprisingly different way of thinking you have, you said “Mamma lets count everyone’s birthday!” and there you were sitting with a notebook and a pen, sketching stuff, a time machine, a giant beanstalk…, all things you believe in. The magic of imagination – a reality! Counting everyone’s in drawings in your own way.

You are handful… in more ways than one! Even when you are sitting quietly, I know you are hyper-actively weaving your yarns and I know, am in for another one of those bed time stories… that’s correct, you tell Me, bedtime stories and you are way better than I can ever hope to be! 

We rub noses and I catch myself staring at you, disbelieving… the wonder you are!

The days have a staccato feel: dominos tumbling one after the other in a rapid-action blur. They come they go in an instant. I keep thinking, wait, didn’t I just turn 34? How am I 36? How did two years possibly pass? Let alone 5! My baby is 5 and not a baby at all.

You are as oblivious to your birthday as you are to so many other everyday things. And, at the same time you are like a barometer/thermometer of sensitivities… you catch on to even the slightest difference in the mood of the room, in me… if my overcrowded thoughts don’t let me rest, when I lie down with you to tuck you in; you become restless… even if you are very sleepy!

You are in turn very loving, showering kisses, smothering hugs and grouchy. You don’t take being denied easily… And, I kinda ignore when you are like that. 

The things are still your friends, if you say good night to mummy, you say good night to your toys and the house too... finishing my "love you" with "so much"... without fail, our little ritual.

You like numbers, better than alphabets. You are sort of bordering on cognitive genius with all your memory and recall and visual and nuanced understanding of stories.

Everything is still a wonder.  And, you actually give me scripts and even my dialogues when telling me about something … “you should tell aunty at the day care that ‘my baby needs to eat an apple’…“ Perfectly mimicking the characters that are to be in the scene!! 

When we talk about people and family, you include everyone – yes everyone, you have ever been fond of!!
Your conversations are peppered with “Oh dear!”, “Sweetie” “Abracadabra” “Butterfly camera time machine!” (your own invention)

You get upset, you love, you throw tantrum, you talk, you play, you dance, you laugh… all with the same passion, same gusto… absolute immersion!

Even with all this high energy and volume, you have this remarkable capacity for delayed gratification, as though you really understand what the moment offers. How it’s here to delight you only for now, and then it’s gone for good.

Now, time for Cakes to be cut. Candles to be blown! Time to celebrate the end of babyhood and beginning of glorious and messy years! 


My Love... Be what you are!  Passionate. Nerdy. Loving. Happy!
 


Love Mumma!


Copyright©Neerja Yadav

4 comments:

Soma said...

Beautiful!

But you forgot to mention how he loves 'soma' more than 'mamma'

Laveena Joseph said...

Lovely...

deepa sharan said...

A very happy birthday to dearest vardaan. Mumma is ryt....be what u r, happy always.
Much love n blessings.
Its so beautiful neerja!

Margie said...

I can't believe your darling boy is 5.
Beautiful post.
My love to both of you.

Rose turns 3 next Jan , oh my!