October 21, 2013

Jaime beaucoup mon fils!

Like every child, birdie loves cell phone. Since 4 months of age, just when he learned to roll, he would locate the position of cellphone on the bed, and roll towards it.
As he got older when someone asked me about him, I would occasionally put the cellphone to his ears. Hearing voice from the other end always scared him. Recently since he started hearing songs on our cellphones, he stopped being frightened. He got accustomed to the sounds emitted from cellphones, and understood that these are not 'gayebi awaz'

Now when someone wants to talk to him, and I put the phone on his years, he listens intently, but never says a word. My office began yesterday, but owing to his stomach upset, birdie was left at home in the care of his Nanu. Later from office, I called my mother for his updates. My mom gave birdie the phone, and I asked him 'abba, ki koren?' . Since I knew his habit, I was not expecting any reply; but birdie surprised me by babbling out all his vocabulary. Later when I asked my mom if he had actually recognized my voice, she replied me that birdies dadu called little after me, and she also talked to birdie, but he only listened intently.

My little birdie is all growing up, and becoming intelligent day by day. Who knew that a one year old child could actually recognize his moms voice over the phone. Every little depiction of intelligence from birdie makes me proud. All the achievement in the world career-wise, education-wise, can never amount to this. 

Happiness has a new meaning to me now, it lies in my sons smile when he meets me, it lies in my sons crawling towards me, when he sees me. There is no greater love in the world than the love of a mother towards her child and vice versa. This is the only selfless form; every other form of love is selfish, wanting reciprocation, expecting return. 

My little birdie, I don't know how long I can hold onto you, I don't know where fate will take us, but know that I will always love you. You are my first child, no matter how old you get, you will always be my chotopakhi.

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