The little things I live for….
My almost 2 year old’s smiles and laughter.
He has the most adorable, toothy smile in the world…..and also the greatest chuckle of a laughter that ever echoed on planet earth.
His daily shenanigans and naughty mischief make my monotonous, mundane days fill with sparks of excitement and love . Because……he IS love. My little boy is the very metaphor of love.
He wakes me up in the mornings with sweet, tender kisses….and I never taught him that! Then he moves on to pick up my glasses and hair-tie from the side table so that I can be up and about to warm up his bottle of milk. And again, he wasn’t ever trained or asked to do that . Oh, how I live for moments like these! Perhaps it’s TRUE, love can’t be taught. It exudes from one’s being like a blessing of God.
My sweet baby loves to share. He is adamant to share morsels of his food with his mama and abba. Sometimes, if he has forgotten to give us a bite, my little darling takes out the food-bite from his tiny mouth and offers it to us. All I can do is sigh in adoration and thank the Almighty for his innocent, all-encompassing love that has made my life meaningful again.
I delight in seeing his wobbly walk every day and his attempt to run with carefree glee. My sweet, little toddler truly ‘toddles’ around like an adorable penguin and sometimes shifts to a sudden, lightening crawl to catch up with us.
These days he loves to climb too…..everywhere and anywhere……on top of everything and anything. So I have to keep a vigilant eye and watch over him like a hawk so he doesn’t fall and hurt himself. He has also started reaching over countertops, tables and shelves so nothing is off-limits and everything is pulled down to the floor.
His biggest excitement is going out for a stroll with his abba. My son just runs to get his own cap and socks and then offers his abba his cap and shoes. He is always so happy to be outdoors.
And he loves the neighbor’s dogs. Two huge, black dogs that bark a lot. But the barking has never scared my baby one bit. Their sound makes him run to the window and gaze at those huge pets in wonder.
My youngster loves his milk and fruits especially grapes and oranges. He is not much of an eater and I so do wish that I wouldn’t have to run after him to make him eat.
At playtime, he enjoys building blocks. He has learnt to construct amazing towers with his simple blue, red, green and yellow blocks. I feel so proud to witness his attempts at all the little things in life.
He is a determined little fellow and never wanted to hold my hand when he was learning to walk no matter how many times he fell. He would always get up again and continue with the same resolve and will-power.
Now he is steadfast in learning how to eat everything on his own and drink from our cup because I guess his sippy-cup is too “babish” for him.
It’s so difficult to maintain a clean home now. All my pots and pans and storage boxes are on the kitchen floor. How futile it is to even try to keep them inside as they are pulled out immediately again. Clothes lie strewn on the carpeted floor ….yanked out from drawers and closets. Every object is his toy…..and jerking down everything on to the floor is his preferred game these days.
I love the way my little one salutes with one hand on his head when we ask him to greet elders with “salaam”. How cute is it that he waves bye-bye with both his hands and claps in elation when you show him a trick.
He loves his nursery rhymes- peeka boo and baby shark being his favorite. It’s so much fun to see him dance to baby shark with his fingers in the air and sometimes trying to imitate the steps he sees on tv.
Naturally, like kids of today he already knows how to operate the remote and type gibberish on the cell phone. It’s so endearing to see him swipe the apps on the mobile with his tiny fingers.
Right now as he sleeps beside me all peaceful and content, I can hear his quiet breathing and already miss his hearty laughter.
My home is a mess! Looks like a tornado hit it. I am drained from running behind him all day. My limbs ache with exhaustion and fatigue.
My stamina may have emptied but my heart is full.❤
Petals in a Storm 