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!
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!
