For my first baby, Bee, I left my job three months before hand, spent 36 hours in the hospital pushing a well fed 3.6 kg baby out. Dolled him from the day he was born. Everything a child needed was aptly presented to him.
My second one, was well, the second one. I was working till the day I delivered, went to the hospital at night, since I had pains all day. Walked into the delivery room and there he was, without much ado, out. Two days later we went home. I made my home accustomed for him and he made my heart accustomed to him. My golden baby, I called him.
Like all second babies, he was learning things faster, like all second time moms, I wasn’t noting down anything. We got him a lovely, practical no frill Chicco stroller ( because full option prams are so first baby!)
He crawled and then fell and started walking one fine day. We got Bee a bicycle when we got him a stroller. Since he was 3 months old, he wanted one. It was like his boy goal. But he wasn’t a boy! He was our baby.
On his first birthday, he got a push car as a gift. The day he could push himself around, he had passed a major milestone for us. We had an old red color tricycle belonging to Bee, I wanted him to have a go at it. But I always knew he was too small. He was but a baby!
It’s very difficult for us parents to accept at some point that the little gummy bear is growing up. When my sister had a baby , my baby was calling him a baby. And I went like, WHAT?? You are a baby yourself!
When he joined nursery, the teacher said, what’s your name, Little boy. And I reinforced, my baby’s name is Taher. My golden baby.
Last week, a beautiful yellow tricycle was delivered at our home by Little Wren. I told Taher, this one’s for you. But your feet might not reach the peddle. He rushed through the unpacking, with keen eyes, knowing how longingly he wanted a cycle of his own.
He sat on it, feet on peddle , and went by me.
My little baby was riding a tricycle.
Boys ride tricycle.
Boys go to nursery.
He is no more a baby, and cliched as it may sound, he will always remain mine. I’m all sad and weepy and happy with joy watching him have a go on his first ride.
My Golden Boy. 💛
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