Nirvaan is a big
kid this year. Looking back at last year’s birthday I still see the toddler in
him. Now it’s gone, and in it’s place is this boy full of muscle and movement
and song.
Every waking second he’s singing or joking or
yelling. He rode a bicycle without any help from the word go. He watches way
too much kids show and spins his own yarns. He is now naughty, now a little
monster, now all almost adult like patience and now a tantrum throwing teenager.
“Mummy I don't need any more friends, I have you and your friends” to “Mummy
can I show my new watch to my friends?” to “Mummy you are fired, but of course
you shouted at me” to “Mummy can I get inside your tummy again?”
He wants to go
to outer space and my sister's house! A constant theme of his life. For him,
everything is drama. His eyes wide in mock despair or bright with glee.
He got
a pocket full of coins, a watch with hands (!!), and a basketball for his for
his birthday. Recently he’s learned to cut shapes; carefully sketching,
coloring and cutting them at the edges for his teachers. He picks up wild
flowers for me and stones for his bath time playing!
He wants to help with my
homework! Dinner and even driving!
As we get dinner together and the sleep time histrionics; that is the time we exchange stories. Say our Sorrys for stuff we must have done wrong. Say our Love Yous and do the huggy-sleep and butterfly kisses!
As we get dinner together and the sleep time histrionics; that is the time we exchange stories. Say our Sorrys for stuff we must have done wrong. Say our Love Yous and do the huggy-sleep and butterfly kisses!
Every day that is my favorite time, a moment
of pause and grace to the world “Thank You God, for everything! And Good Night
Everybody!" Mommy, he asks, how did I come out of your tummy? Mommy, when will Babuch get better? Mommy, can we build rockets
to go to outer space? And, Mommy, I miss you when you are not there!
It’s so funny hanging out with six year old. Its like undulation between being grown up and yet full of wonder and a little one with fleeting feelings. Everything is magic. Anything possible. Days are filled with quick heartbreaks and quicker ecstasies.
I cant quite seize the
sweet exhilaration of this little man! My smiles and even my barely held
exasperation scatter like freckles around this point of life. The heart is just
a helium balloon!
Being Six is Sexy! Blessings to you, my biggest Blessing!
-Love Mummy!
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