Thursday, March 30, 2017

A magical year

Aria is one, already!
She has a voice, a personality, opinions, feelings and extreme ways of expressing them. 
All this coming from someone, who just a while ago, was a little blob inside of me. 
Now she walks, shrugging our hand off, in the park.
Now she wails when its time to leave the park, or the bath tub. Not one for silent protest.
Now she points to stuff she wants and you are left wondering how you fed, bathe, clothe and played with her when she absolutely couldn't communicate with you.

She recognises and likes other people now, you become one of the people on her " favourites" list. The list no longer begins and ends with you, i consider myself lucky if on some days the list begins with me.
Her gestures and words for hunger, thirst and sleep are straight forward, but she doesnt understand as yet the feeling of boredom. She knows she is restless, but she needs mommy to figure out whats wrong. I wonder how long that will last.
She has her favourite books, and is the decision maker for which book to read, she can turn the pages of the book, but she needs me to sit by her and give her a word for every object on every page she points to. I wonder how long till we run out of such books.
She can eat with her hand, but needs me to spoon feed her. I wonder what else can i make that definitely needs a spoon to be eaten.
She can climb up on beds, sofas and chairs, but she needs me climb down. I wonder hoe long i can resist placing wooden blocks under the foots of the bed to increase their height, in proportion to the growth in her confidence. Crazy.
She knows where her toys are, and can take them out, but needs you to put the switch on for all the musical ones. I wonder how long till we run out of toys with complicated switches.
So many things she can do on her own, and yet so many things she needs me for. And the balance is tilting one way dangerously fast.

Its a cliche, time flies...but it does. You want it to slow down, you want your time with her to move in slow motion, to capture every movement, every flicker. But she wants to race ahead, reach milestones . Such a contradiction. And i have a feeling this tug of contradiction is going to last for the rest of time. With me holding on, and Aria breaking free.
You hope you will be dignified and mature about it, fingers crossed.