My youngest daughter, R, recently turned 7. She loves talking. And, she loves talking to me! An honor, I plan to lap up every bit of. Her questions and remarks are so entertaining. It’s a treat for my ears. She will curl up in my lap, her legs still hanging out and tell me..
“Look…I’m still your little baby”
and in the next few moments…
“I’m going to marry an Indian when I grow up…it most probably is going to be a Patel or a Shah”, she says unabashedly.
That took me by surprise. I mean, if you get to check the yellow pages of New Jersey. You’ll find pages and pages of phone numbers, with the last name, Patel and Shah. So, if we were to go by Statistics and the fact that she’ll be marrying an Indian, Probability states that it most probably will be a Patel or a Shah!! When did she get into the world of Statistics?!
One moment she will want to sip milk of the Sippy cup, and talk with a lisp trying to sound like a toddler!!! This innate feeling in her that she is growing up too fast, that, she’ll soon be loosing that cozy spot of being the little one at home… and the next moment … she’s worried that she’ll have to go through child birth when she grows up and she’s too scared to deal with it.
I’ve even tried pointing her to the fact that college and career choices will be much more difficult things that she’ll be dealing with even before she can think of child birth. But, she seems enthralled by the fact that we humans create another inside of us and that she’ll be getting that opportunity too, when she grows up.
She has even decided her age when she will be doing all this. Numbers seems to be her strong point and she keeps track of people’s ages and years during which year, who did what. So, going with common Statistics again..she has decided the age when she’ll be married and have children. Luckily..the order of this seems good enough for me!!
As surprising as these moments are..it is these priceless little nothings that are worth preserving, so that you can recall these tidbits about her at a later date. It would be so much fun, pulling her leg..
I had recently come across a saying…”The way to measure if you are rich is, if you have managed to have something that money can’t buy”.
Its moments like these that make us, Moms, the richest in the world , Don’t they?!
As I drive her to a birthday party, one day, I take a few sips of Water from a bottle, while I was waiting at a traffic light. She reminds me just in time that this is going to get me arrested.
“Mama…you know Justin Bieber got arrested because he was drinking while driving. You are not supposed to drink and drive!”, she reminds me.
Recently, when I was supposed to go to a party…she refused to go the party because she wanted to be home alone with me.
“I don’t want to go to the party. I want to be with Mama at home.”, she said without a second thought.
Even as her sisters left..she was happy to be home with me. While I washed the dishes..she kept yapping away, giving me lots of URBAN gyan.
She asked me..
“Mommy… you know what gtgttb is?”
Got to go…and something else…I said.
“Got to go to the bathroom!”, she said.
Then , she asked me..
“Do you know…what YRW is?”
No! , I said.
“It means , You are weird, Not that I’m ever going to use that!”, she completes in the same breath.
As she continued giving me some more of her Urban Gyan..all in bits and pieces, very obvious that she’d been picking up from her elder Triplet sisters, I was reminded of the words that Claire said in one of the episodes of Modern Family.
“Raising a kid is like sending a rocket ship to the moon. You spend the early years in constant contact and then one day around the teenage years they go around the dark side and then they are gone”.
Hopefully, It won’t be like that. In the meantime, let me enjoy these priceless moments with R, as she explains me the difference between Butterfly Fairies and Crystal Fairies.