Life's Pleasures

Life consists of simple pleasures...at least for a Mother.
The pleasure of watching you child when he starts kicking
while he lays down in bed because that's the only movement he can make at that time.

Then one day, "eureka" he's crawling !!!
One of my special memories consists of my son crawling upside down....
yes he was always "different".
He used to lay on his back, push his feet on the carpet and thus move
forward from the side of his head. In this way he crawled all the way to the kitchen (thinking
his Mom was there only) looked inside and said "Mumma", I was in the bedroom watching
him from a distance while putting clothes in the rack and I just stormed out to hug him for such a sweet act.

Making him crawl normally wasn't that difficult but once he started he just wouldn't stop!
Ans crawling normally meant anything in the way had to go to just one place-
you got it right, his mouth.
so every toy had to be clean and sanitized.

His joy on being able to stand was also unparalleled...
With each milestone he crossed, he never looked back to the previous ones.
Making sweet memories linger just in my thoughts.

A few months back he started Walking...I never knew when exactly he started...
though his Father says he saw him take the first step while I was making tea...yet seeing him take two steps at a time
continued for almost a month till he finally began to walk with a confidence that brought
a smile face.

The first time we switched on a Cooler in Pune, he ran in front of it
and laughed whenever he was hit by the cool breeze...He thought it was
some game we were playing with him. Because when he moved in front of
cooler he felt a cold wind and away from it there was nothing.
I could watch him laugh and run like that for hours
without blinking an eye,just for the pleasure his laugh brought to our hearts.

Recently he has started talking, not actual words but baby talk and a lot of sign language.
He points to his milk, he points to the pigeons outside and he hates it
when some one comes near his "Mumma" or "Papa"
They belong to just him.
Yes, we really do :)