Quickly he learns

He is learning everything so quickly these days. I am nervous ! Tomorrow is a small orientation in the play school. He will start his PLAY SCHOOL so soon. 

He has really grown up. Miss him all day. Seriously, i really can kill for him. 

Maid or honour

I used to despise couples who would come to malls with their babies carried by maids. How can you make a baby but not take its entire responsibility? Now that i have a child too, i think i have a right to speak on this issue. The truth is, the more your child grows the more it becomes difficult for you to manage it. It's not easy. Carry your one year old for half an hour, and you will clearly see the perspective of those couples. A help in such case seems just to me.  So long as you are not running away from taking responsibility of your child, so long as the help is - just for help, I think it is alright. But I admit, I am still uncomfortable about somebody else holding up my child or hugging him. So when I am around, I make sure its papa and laddoo. Mommy and daddy have hard working hours and demanding jobs. But Rishu.. You keep us going! Love u 😘

New things !!

A week ago, we attended a pooja at a relative's place in Chembur. Rishabh was dressed in a denim trouser for the first time with a light blue full sleeve shirt tugged out- a combination and a manner I have always loved dress in..God! i said to myself.. he is growing up! Anyways, this post is not about his growing up.

Rishu was mostly outside the ceremony room, but was able to see whats happening inside. In the end, all the attendees (family) were to assemble next to the Vadiyaars (religious priests who are well versed with the religious procedures and who guide ignorant people like us who get the satisfaction merely from the fact that they saw through the entire process and did their part), and pay respects to  God who was enshrined in the room through the verses of the Vadiyaars. The room was small so all had to stand in semi-circular arrangement. MIL was carrying Rishu. As if he understood that something was going on which required him to stay calm for some time. He was trying to evaluate what was happening and paying attention. The positive vibes in the room were blessing him. I was glad inside and thanked God for getting him to experience such a thing with his family. It feels so nice to see him experiencing new things and see him learning ! 

... Papa

I remember him...

Went for his chicken pox vaccination to Jaslok day before yesterday. This is the pediatrician we have been visiting since the begining. People said he was good and we followed.. Frankly i dont like this doctor. Why cant you be pally with kids when they come to see you man? Is everything alright that even though you are a children's doctor you cant smile with them? I am never bringing my child back to you again. Plus, you make us wait for 3 hours despite appointment. This is crap!

Anyway, like me my baby also does not like this one. Rishu can hardly speak but the moment he saw this doctor, he started crying and pushed hard to hide inside the both of us. He remembers him.. the devil from the last visit who always hurts me with injections😡. 

The amount he cried and the way the doctor injected the siringe.. so much he cried😩. No worries beta.. this for your good. You are a brave child.. You can take it. 

Papa 

Always beautiful!!

He is beautiful, even when he has a running nose or he is messed up in his own spit or he is in fever or all in the same time. He is teething again. For the past 2 days, he is very irritative and is running fever. I pour in my whole energy in distracting him. Before i could pat my back on my resplendent success, off he goes. What do you want? huh! You want me to carry you or you want me to put you down? Now why are you crying again - look look.. thats birrrr... outside.

Its ok my son... you can cry.. Papa is right with you !! 

Missing him each day

Have not got enough time with him the last couple of days. I hate it when it happens. Each day he has a new trick under his hat and god i die to see it. ...

Love you Rishabh .. Papa

And so it begins...

He has started taking steps without support. Soon he will be able to walk. Thank you God for giving this child an able bodied life. I was thinking how with each passing day he is changing, learning new things that surprise me, and there at the door was a letter from the pre-school we applied for a couple of months ago. We are supposed to meet the principal next month for an interview (without Rishabh!!). Frankly, i think, pre-schools are a way out for parents to allow them to do their own thing. All they need to do is put on the table the money, and someone else will take care of your child's basic learnings and spare you the task which is not just a parent's privilege but its responsibility. How sad!  I so much want to be the one to teach him all that, for what i will teach, money would neither be the motive, nor will it be the desired incentive.

Pretty soon he will start responding both in actions and in words. I will have to do the dirty job of corrupting his tender mind and spirit with the understanding of mine and thine. I still have memories of my parents teaching me the dos and donts. I particularly remember the mine and thine chapter which began with don't give away your pencils and erasers to others. Unbelievable as it may be, i remember that i did not like it. I was still to grow up to have my own opinion to question it as i am doing now. But i do understand my parent's perspective. It is the dirty lesson, the necessary evil, which they may have taught me with a heavy heart as i will to him.. Which parent would want to strip its child away from righteousness?

....Papa

Hurt him..

I think the degree of pain magnifies with age when you are physically hurt.  Also, the thought that you are hurt freaks you out more and makes you feel as if you are in more pain. As a child grows to relate more to his surroundings, even though just about an year old, it falls, it bangs into things many times and feels the pain which he is not really able to take. But that phase is worst i feel for a child. For it is the child's first of the pains (which also builds its endurance). All the child can do his cry and take the pain. You can't do anything to take it away from your kid and protect him from the pain and it breaks your heart.

Something like this happened today. I did not notice that Rishu has been following me on his knees. I was closing the door of the other room to see that he does not get in there unattended and one of his little fingers (of the right hand) came under the door and twitched it and left a tiny bruise. Thank God for some good reason, i did not pull the door hard in the first place. Rishu did not bleed, but in a moment, his face turned in pain and he started crying. He may have been in so much pain as he was struggling for to voice it with his cry scream. He looked so vulnerable as was moaning uncontrollably, that i instantly had tears in my eyes. Later in the day i was thinking, what happened to me?! Would i have tears in my eyes if it were somebody else's baby? May be not. It was not me who carried him for months in my belly. Then what happened? I hope there is no scientific explanation for that which could be defined as a chemical release in the brain. But whatever it is, the feeling is beautiful..... 

Papa..

RISHU :-)

Time slips off your fist like sand.. nothing more than your growing baby can make you understand that better. Rishu, our child who is just a little over  1, is the inspiration behind this blog. We can't make time stop and a day will arrive when Rishu will move on with his life and choices. And though we would want him to be in front of our eyes, who knows what the future beholds.  So, we want to  register our memories and the ones that we will go on to create together as family. This is a blog, just about that .....

Mommy and daddy will be contributing to this blog whenever either of them finds time !! Muaaahhh!!!