Child is the father of man

While I was making lunch this morning, A was having breakfast on her high chair. Rice sevai. I also added a spoon of thick curd to her tray. Now A loves curd/yoghurt. Really, really, really loves curd. And for the past 3-4 days I hadn’t given her any cos there wasn’t any at home and I didn’t buy any because the weather has been chilly and rainy. So she was naturally delighted to eat some. As I went back to my business, she piped up.

‘Mummy, thatoo.’ (Mummy, thank you)

Me: Awww. You’re welcome, baby.

Eats some more. And then,

‘Mummy, thatoo.’

Warmed my heart and made me hope I’ll always be as acknowledging when someone does something I appreciate, no matter how simple or easy it was for them.

In a lot ways, bringing up A is making me watch and evaluate the things I do and say. I should watch out even more closely now, because, with every single day I’m more and more aware of what a sponge she is, constantly watching and filing things away for later reference. And it’s amazing, the things you learn from your own offspring. Child is the father of man, indeed.

H: Happiness

Inane, cliched etc., maybe but hey, happiness is –

Being able to do the chakrasana (wheel pose) post-baby, and not splitting your stitches like you feared you would

That perfect cup of tea

A super-sweaty, super-tiring endorphin-rush-inducing workout that makes you feel super-strong 

Sprrrrrinting at the end of a run (right now the only Sprint I do is at work, hope to fix that soon!)

An hour-long phone call, the kinds that make you lose track of time and wonder why you don’t do it more often

Ticking off every single thing on your mental todo list 

Putting a pen or brush to paper and watching it come alive

Coming back home to a squeal, a jump, a short scream, a toothless grin

8 hours of uninterrupted sleep (haha, have no clue what that feels like anymore!)

A pocket of time, all to yourself (I’ll take that instead of 8 hours for now, thank you)

A good conversation with S, each of us playing Devil’s advocate, making the other, think

Resuming blogging after forever, and finding that the words still flow (a little too) easily 😉

Surprises

A mad gigglefest 🙂