He walks upstairs hand in hand with his father majestically, holding his head high, I smile at him, notice the bruise on his elbow and ask, ‘ What happened?’………and he bursts into tears.
He throws his toys here and there and I scream, if you don’t want, tell me, I will give it to someone and he promptly puts everything back in place.
I get the nail cutter to cut his nails, he sees and shrieks, ‘give it to someone who needs it, I don’t want that’. 😀
I sit down for my chant, when he brings in his toy guitar and starts singing..’Last Christmas. I gave you my heart….’ I try to concentrate and chant but fail and then we both start strumming and singing at the top of our voices, ‘Last Christmas…’
Night we sleep, suddenly he turns horizontal, feet touching me, fingers touching father, and whole night he keeps on checking our presence.
Exhausted I sit down and my eyelids start drooping, when he starts shaking me, ‘Amma, what happened?’ I realise he is worried that something is wrong and so go to freshen myself. Within seconds he is banging on the door, ‘Amma, you haven’t slept, have you?’
In a blue mood, I sit quietly, he comes in gives me a hug and says ,’alright now’ and indeed I am alright. 😀
I am watching a very interesting episode of Masterchef Australia and at that precise moment he happens to be hungry or bored or has to go to the loo. Off course he can go to the loo alone but at that moment there is somebody bad in there.
We decide to go on a walk as both are bored cooped up inside. We come out of our lane, have to cross the road, when he says, ‘Wait’, wipes his sweaty hands, looks both ways and then holds my hand and we cross the road.
Thank you darling for all these wonderful moments of ours, for these past four years and looking forward to the coming years.