Summer Child
I’m hiding under the covers to write this blog post. Otherwise I risk the possibility of having the post written by a 16 month old who thinks all gadgets owned by mom are automatically his.
Summer is finally here. What a relief, it seemed like the cold weather was never going to end this year, what with the delayed spring rains and muggy weather even at the end of April. This has and will always be my favorite season. During childhood it was all due to the endless holidays, goofing around with the cousin army, mangoes and eternal lazing around. Summer in US is totally marvelous. The drive with open windows and breeze in my hair is worth any bad hair day I can have afterwards ;) The husband always teases me that all that remains is me sticking my tongue out while doing this, then I will be truly one with nature. I might just test that theory out one of these days.
Now that I have a little one, seeing this season through his eyes is such a delight. We go on walks every evening and I am slowly remembering what it is to observe every single thing around you. I had forgotten to stop and smell the roses, I’ve rediscovered it with the little darling. The other day while we were taking a walk, he let out this huge shriek in my ear. I was alarmed that he probably is hurt, turns out he was having a conversation with a bird that was shrieking overhead. These days his regular speech is an amalgamation of various animal sounds and I am somehow supposed to understand what he means. I am telling you this is tougher than any exam I have ever given in my life :P
It is true what they say about re-discovering your childhood. Who else would be this excited seeing a squirrel, pick up a wilted flower and gift it to mom like it was a million dollar gift, fall flat on grass and look at the sky with wonder, call out to the moon , send flying kisses to cats and at the end of it all give mommy a big fat hug?
