Since long I was thinking of penning down the happy feelings
which keep on dancing and jumping in my mind and leave me content
and superbly happy...
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Kuch der aur theher jao….Jeene de do pal to mujhe….
I took a conscious decision to take a break when Swarit
turned 1. ( I did WFH till he turned 1)… And when I look back today(he is 3
now)…I feel what I did and still doing is absolutely correct…. Seeing him
growing, learning, maturing in front of my eyes is an unmatched feeling…I know
career has its own place in an individual’s life…but yes had I been working and
trying to meet the both worlds won’t have left me this content that I’m today…I’m
glad that I’m with Shopi (his nick name) in his formative learning years of his
life….
I love to see the smile and anxiety of his face when his
school van stops and his tiny sparkling eyes search for me….and till the way to
our floor till tells me some xyz stories of his school…Regardless of whatever
he eats in his school….he tells me… “mummy aaj aaloo khaya….”…and then at
home…he keeps on gazing changing directions of sun…and tells me “mumma abhi sun
to upar chala gaya…abhi nahi dikha raha…” and in evening… “abhi to sun chala gaya ….ab to moon
aayega…”….
Whenever he falls or get hit by some object…I tell him…”Koi
baat nahi….theek ho jayega…”…same he tells me…if I stumble… I have told him
that whenever he does anything wrong…say sorry…give a hug and things will be
alright…and now he extends this gesture whenever he wants something which I
deny…say eating extra biscuits…or he wants to play and I’m saying no…he quietly
watches my mood…and impose loads of kisses and hugs to coax and cajole
me…:D :D
Whenever he does anything naughty…he tells me… “mumma mai to
shararat kar raha hoon…” when he himself is admitting what he is doing…then
what wud I do besides smiling and hiding it at the same time….
He loves to assist me in drying out clothes, folding them,
putting the bedsheets…and enacts as if he knows it all well… and does with all
his sincerity and devotion…
He is very comfortable with touch screen games…coz he knows
there is always a home (hut shaped) and back button whenever he gets stuck…
kids find their own ways to make life simpler…
Like his dad…he loves parathas….and he calls it
“pathaaaa”…at times the very first word he utters when he wake up is… “pathaaaaa…”
“mumma pathaaaa bana do please….”
There are endless memories and moments sighted, visualized
and lived by me…hard to list them all…
I may go back to industry after some time but for the
moment…as they say… ‘M LOVING IT’…
After all everybody wants to be in the limelight…but let me
stay in the soft glow of penumbra today…
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Coming from heart... very nice post! It's a special bond indeed a mother shares with the child.
ReplyDeleteOne day Shopi will read this blog and will know what his mumma felt in his growing years. I am sure he'll feel touched and will give you another hug.
Heart poured into words. Keep writing your small pleasures about shopi..When you love, what you do, there is nothing like it :)
ReplyDeleteLucky Shopi and Amit :)
Really happy to see you content and enjoying every bit of what you are doing... that's the most important part which most of us forget in our daily life...
ReplyDeleteBond @ Best :)
ReplyDeletetrue feelings of a mother in words..just one hug from them is liiikee everything...back in mind there is always a fight that we want to go back to work but when we see our little flowers gradually growing each day in front of our eyes this fight gets chooomantar..their warmth,their little smile is like a bright sunshine on a lifeless plant.this phase will never come back, keep nourshing n enjoying this phase with your little flower..
ReplyDeleteloving memories.
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