ILU ILU

It happened one night a couple of months ago. I was putting him to bed and he said "I love you mumma" and hugged me tight and gave me a kiss. Now he has said these words before but only on being asked to. But this time he actually meant it and it was spontaneous. I jumped with joy. The last time these words had the same effect was almost 7 years ago.
The downside to this (of course everything has to have a downside to it) is that every time I raise my voice, he says these very words and hugs me tight. In his mind it is the perfect way to get out of a bad place. And he is not wrong most of the times. Sigh.

Conversations - I

1. Naman and I are sitting on the sofa and looking out the window.
   Me: Do you see any aeroplane Naman? Where are they all?
   Naman: Costco.
   Me (totally not expecting the answer): Why?
   Naman: To fill gas mumma.

2. I am doing dishes standing by the kitchen sink. In comes Naman with his yellow dump-truck in tow
Naman: Beep-beep, dump-truck is here. Move mumma.
Me: I can't Naman. I am stuck.
Naman: I know I know!
(Goes inside his room for a second and comes running all excited with his small Handy tow-truck in hand.He pretends to put the hook on me and says:).
Naman: pull mumma pull.

Should I call this innocence or confidence? :)

Parallel worlds

 Deep in thoughts, staring out the window at work, my train of thoughts led to Naman (don't they always, now-a-days!!) and then it struck me, this idea that in a few years' time, I will not be able to carry my lil boy in my arms anymore! What a disheartening thought that is! Made me freeze for a whole second. Then I think back on how many times I have brushed him off in the past saying "Give me 2 minutes Naman, I will be done soon" when he comes to me with his arms stretched out saying "Mumma, up" (always when I am busy in the kitchen).
What a weird thing being a parent is - one moment you want your baby to be all grown up (feed himself, go potty on his own...) and the next, you are amazed at how grown up your boy already is to be saying things like "Mumma, no kissie please" which makes you languish for the times gone by - you want your baby back! Oh, how I wish I could have a mix of both these worlds, forever!