I have always been amazed by the adaptability kids display .....
I have been busier than usual in my daily home chores these days and this transformation in me has not escaped K~'s nascent observation. Well, that is not enough! She has taken a step forward and makes herself available to help me out with a few basic tasks without me even asking for it. To name a few, some self-assigned jobs of K~ are refilling empty drinking water bottles standing on a chair beside the kitchen counter, washing daal, rice, vegetables with the cold running water in the kitchen sink (I do the final washing myself though), setting washed dishes back on the respective racks, tidying toys in our bedroom, following me with a duster in her hands while dusting, folding dry clothes etc. I am touched each time I see her tiny hands and fingers under the cold running water. I feel truly blessed when her empathetic gestures reach out in an effort to assist me during my busy moments.
And then, there are moments when she is in a philosophical state of mind trying to inspire me with her motivational discourses in her Papa's absence who is on official tour these days .... perhaps feeling all the more responsible for my happiness and well being. :-D Ha Ha!!
Last night as I lay alone with K~ on the bed trying to put her to sleep desperately with the intention of reading an unfinished book later, my little girl was bothered with the quieter than usual surroundings sans the bedtime games she plays with her Papa .... Story Reading, Pillow Fighting, Tummy Tickling, Word Power etc. etc. Then, she assumed that I was sad just because I was silent and tired by the end of the day. I exploited her emotions just to hear some caring words from my tiny angel.
Quoting a few lines from the conversation below:
K~: Mumma, are you sad?
Mumma: No, Betoo. I am not sad at all. Why do you ask?
K~: Because you are so quiet. Why are you not talking to me? Are you angry?
Mumma: No. I am just tired and want to sleep. Why should I be sad? Do you love me, K~?
K~: (sitting upright on the bed with a renewed energy bout)
Of course, Mumma. I love you and everyone loves you. Papa loves you, Baba loves you, Dadi loves you, Dadu loves you, Bua loves you, Mugu loves you, Maashi loves you, Mesho loves you....... Blah Blah Blah. Don't they?
You should never be sad, Mumma! You are so beautiful and Papa married you because he loves you (Jeez! He never reiterated that to me himself, in such serious overtones in the last ten years of marriage, I muttered under breath unable to control my hysterical laughter.)
;-)) Ha Ha!
Well.... (K~ offended at my response) .... he really told me that a few days ago when he was showing me that red album with your marriage photographs. You looked lovely Mumma ..... (pause)
The flowers on your hair, the green saree and so many jewels .... Mumma, tum bahut acchi lag rahi thi. Aur Papa bhi bahut acchey lag rahey the .... par tum zyaada! ..... (pause again)
Mumma, who will marry me? I want to look nice too on my marriage day.
Mumma: Well, a boy will marry you only after you grow up .....become as big as I am. And, Yes! I will dress you up beautifully on your wedding day.
K~: Oh, Mumma! Can't I marry tomorrow? Papa always brings me something nice each time he is back from Boombay. Call Papa and tell him to bring me my "Husband" this time when he is back from office work. Oh, please Mumma, please please please .... I want to talk to Papa right now!!!!!!!!
(K~ in tears by now wanting to speak to Papa)
I get up and hug her tightly in an effort to put her to sleep. Finally, she does so, after 15-20 minutes and much resistance.
Phew!!!
Moral of the story: Never ever brush K~'s emotions casually especially when handling the front alone. :-D