Should I do a standard mushy Momma post (which my son you will laugh at) or should I do a Ritu-style post? Aaargh! Decisions, decisions!!!
Every one that comes into your life comes for a reason, a season or a lifetime as the common proverb goes. And of course we have this age old saying that “Your son is your enemy from a previous life”. My maternal grandmother said this just as I was cleaning your elder brother’s poop the day I brought him home from the nursing home. The timing was impeccable, it had every one in splits, even me! It made sense to me, and if this is true, I think my beloved enemy, the scores have evened out. What I am trying to say, in my own muddled and inept way, is that “Son I love you”
I remember you as a baby – and for a long time I never saw that you’d grown up. Yeah, blind as a bat your Mom is! Thing is that you came into my life when nothing much was working for me. It was a difficult phase and you were like a balm to my soul. It is nice to have the whole hearted love and trust of another human being in the middle of all the hate and politics ~ even a baby’s I guess. So batty me clung on to it.
I must admit that caring for you was quite a job! Lactose intolerance which led to calcium deficiency and easily fractured bones ensured that. But you were resourceful. You would walk off with the arm in cast and bash up all the bullies to settle scores. The rock hard cast packed a wallop and you were thrilled to be the strongest for a while! Very enterprising of you, I must say! Though it got a bit much for me – and I demanded a season’s discount from your orthopedist. LOL, I’ll never forget his reaction to that demand.
You keep accusing me of mollycoddling you. Well I did not, all I did was ensure that you don’t break all your bones, fragile as you were. Not that you listened to me. You did as you pleased ~~~, and it is quite the tradition. None of us did anything that did not suit us, so its okay.
You had lovely baby hair, it was golden brown. That with your light brown eyes made me kind of sad, or rather wistful. I’d keep wishing that you were a girl. Dont get angry, we all thought that it was a waste of a chick! But you are contrary to the core. The hair darkened to the dark chestnut, eyes darkened too, and you grew into a tall and handsome young man – quite the lady killer!!!
Son, I like the way you’ve grown up. People may say that you’re spoilt to the core, people may say anything. Don’t let it get you down. You have a loving heart, a wise old soul and are very family oriented. Those are admirable qualities. I have heard you say it time and again to friends both male and female “My family comes first”. Yes, you are growing up alright and we love you right back, me, your Bhai and Bhabi.
Another thing – you can take your punishment in your stride. You have easily adapted to three wheelers and buses, and have not sulked at all. That is great.
Just one request today, when you’re turning 20 ~ Darn where does time fly! You’re twenty today
Yeah just one request ~ learn to drive and stay away from my phone. I really miss my Iphone – the one whose screen stopped working after you used it! And the car …..
Just saying 😛
Happy Birthday Kid#2