Growing up is ubiquitous. It’s everywhere from pencil marks on the Spiderman height chart to the ways you define and understand things. From the way you carry yourself independently to the way you help out with chores.
And I understand the allure of keeping you a baby in my mind; every night kissing you good night – am seduced by the thoughts of your infant self, the toddler you – the you on whose feet my flip-flops looked huge. The you who could fit in the bath tub and giggled with the splashes.
And my secret everyday moments of thrill is watching you after you are asleep - thats' when the baby you unveils. The lash shadow on your cheeks are still the same as they were when you were 2
Am seduced and yet I marvel at the young person you are becoming sometimes despite of me! Haha! Mummy’s self deprecating pot shots at self. I hope you don’t get these from me - but then you do cultivate the ability to laugh at yourself. Your preoccupation of the moment is identifying parts of your self - the tangibles and the habits - in other family members. "Mummy, do you think I got my naughtiness from RY or Soma?" "Mummy do you think are my feet like yours?" "Oh now I know, why am I such a geek!!"
You are your own person – a discoverer, a giver, a kind-heart with will of steel.
And as you rush towards your decade now – I am aware the world is going to be a difficult one.
The world for which you care so deeply because “mummy, do you think we humans are greedy against mother nature?” - will not be the same as now – its changing as fast as you are – it’s growing up too in a manner entirely unpredictable of all the AI theories we discuss at bedtime.
You want to be a historian, an archaeologist, a scientist and a musician. You are extremely sincere and fair as a person and my hero.
And all I wish for you in these last few hours of your 8thyear – that for the rest of your smiling sunrises and dancing sunsets – you remain the man you are becoming!
A smart sensitive stubborn supernova of a man.
And even when you see your light being shadowed by the world or by your own evolution lessons – know this – am always a step behind you - your biggest fan and your first best friend.
It’s an honour to be your mother, my heart! A very very Happy 9th Birthday!
p.s: incidentally this is my 306th post with 27 in draft and 279 published!!