Pihu is up and running about
these days. She realises that this is the time of her life when she has to make
up for all that time that she was subjected to lying on a bed for over 15 hours
a day sleeping away to glory. So she is in a desperate hurry to discover all
the things she was kept away from. No no, she isn’t exactly raiding my wardrobe
yet to wear my clothes but more for throwing the contents of it around.
Prohibited items and particularly soiled ones ignite newfound curiosity so that
her dad’s shoes and the diaper bin are special items of discovery that pique
her interest.
She has also developed a sense of assertiveness and diligence which
would be nice at the work place one day, but not when that is employed towards
sitting down on a cold marble floor and pulling off her socks and shoes to run
amok on naked feet.
There was a time when Pihu used
to sleep through half a movie in a theatre and munch popcorn through the other
half. Now she bawls the moment the lights are out and the Dolby stereo booms on
her eardrums. Lesson learnt: No movies for her before she turns errr…3 may be?!
She has a sharp sense of like and
dislike. So what she likes go in her toy box. What she doesn’t or has no more
need for goes in to the waste paper bin. So much for being organised.
She also happens to have taken PM
Modi’s Swacch Bharat Andolan very seriously. Charity after all begins at home,
and the moment she can get her hands on a napkin or piece of rag, she starts
dusting almost everything near at hand. From floors, walls, furniture, kitchen
racks, refrigerator, closets…(you get the drift), no speck of dust escapes her
eye so that by the end of it, there’s nothing left to wipe except her mouth
which she does generously with the same cloth…if left unhindered.
She insists on helping us dress
by instructing us on what to wear when from a pile of clothes. Another
favourite chore is picking out clothes from the washing basket, selecting one
to wear around her neck or pull over the head and walk with a stately gait.
Sitting under my work desk and
grabbing my leg to count my toes is another of her pastimes. Hence to say Pihu
keeps me on my toes these days would be no exaggeration.
Recently, she even locked me in
the bathroom. It freaked me out because there was no one at home and all she
could do was cry out from the outside as she couldn’t figure out how to unlatch
it. It took some timely yelling for help through my bathroom window and a neighbour
breaking in to my house through the back door that saved the day for us.
Needless to say, Pihu is providing a lot of drama in my life.
Becoming a parent increasingly
makes you vulnerable to the point that you don’t know how to protect your kid
from every kind of danger. No matter how careful you are, there will always be
that miniscule chance of a slip-up which is sure unnerving. It makes you feel
really vulnerable to circumstances given the immense responsibility you bear
for a tiny soul.
Pihu’s sheer brightness and that
winning smile however reassures me that it is all worth it.
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