Dear Manav,
A very happy birthday my dear darling. Yesterday saw your ayush homam, the completion of a year since you were born. Your ears are now pierced and you are looking super cute. Am a proud proud aunt my dear for you have given me so much happiness and joy the past year and am sure this is going to continue for years to come. I cannot believe that you are one already. It was like yesterday, where your mom scared the hell out of all of us and the next thing we know you were born. I literally cried when I heard you were born, out of sheer happiness my baby. I can still vividly remember the first time I saw you. It was love at first sight, though you were looking like a baby rat peeled of its skin. I called you "Eli kunju" (baby rat) in the initial days. You weighed a mere 1.4 kg and was just about 30 Cm in length. We couldn't hold you for 11 days since you were born. You were in a hurry to mark you entry that you skipped the warmth of your mommy's tummy and decided to pop out 40 days in advance. The little devil that you are did not want to let us have it easy. You came home when you were 11 days old and from then on it was a steady progress for you health wise. Not a month passed without you visiting the doc and you always kept us on high alert when it comes to your health. But you made up for it in your thousand antics and mischiefs. I can still remember how you would fool us by rolling your tongue to make us believe you had actually swallowed your medicine, just to spit it out a few mins later. How you could store it for that long is beyond me. And this when you were 3 months old. How did you do that kiddo?
A very happy birthday my dear darling. Yesterday saw your ayush homam, the completion of a year since you were born. Your ears are now pierced and you are looking super cute. Am a proud proud aunt my dear for you have given me so much happiness and joy the past year and am sure this is going to continue for years to come. I cannot believe that you are one already. It was like yesterday, where your mom scared the hell out of all of us and the next thing we know you were born. I literally cried when I heard you were born, out of sheer happiness my baby. I can still vividly remember the first time I saw you. It was love at first sight, though you were looking like a baby rat peeled of its skin. I called you "Eli kunju" (baby rat) in the initial days. You weighed a mere 1.4 kg and was just about 30 Cm in length. We couldn't hold you for 11 days since you were born. You were in a hurry to mark you entry that you skipped the warmth of your mommy's tummy and decided to pop out 40 days in advance. The little devil that you are did not want to let us have it easy. You came home when you were 11 days old and from then on it was a steady progress for you health wise. Not a month passed without you visiting the doc and you always kept us on high alert when it comes to your health. But you made up for it in your thousand antics and mischiefs. I can still remember how you would fool us by rolling your tongue to make us believe you had actually swallowed your medicine, just to spit it out a few mins later. How you could store it for that long is beyond me. And this when you were 3 months old. How did you do that kiddo?
You are the apple of the eye to your grandma, grandpa, mom, dad and I your dear aunt. Till this day your grandpa has taken it upon himself to do everything from feeding you breakfast, to preparing all your meals taking extra care to sterilize all the vessels a thousand times, to playing with you and to carry you up and down the length of the hall singing many a silly lullaby's to make you sleep. He even bought his first pair of tee shirt so that the grandpa-grandson duo can take a stroll wearing matching tees. Can you believe it? Oh he is just crazy about you baby. So are all of us. Your grandma is so stubborn that the machine would not wash your clothes properly, that she makes it a point to wash each of your clothes by hand all by herself even if she cannot, till this day. Yeah these are two crazy old people who were yearning to have a kid potter around the house and since you have made their dream come true, they are literally kissing the floor you stand on(Yeah you still are not walking dear). Of course there are days when you drive your grandma crazy and she picks up mock fights with you, which you promptly melt away with that gorgeous smile of yours. Your grandpa is a saint and cannot even pretend to be angry on you no matter what. You have these two wrapped around your little fingers and they are always on your beck and call sweetheart.
Your mommy is one lucky woman to have such a handsome son I would say dear. Given that she is equally kiddish it sometimes becomes difficult for us to decide who is the kid between the two of you. You mom and dad both love you to bits and it is heartening to see the way in which you bond with the two of them. The way you say "amma" in the sweet sing song voice of yours is so darn sweet. We have made this journey with you dear and it is simply amazing. From lying on your back all day to turning on your belly to drag yourself a few inches to crawling on all fours to standing holding onto something to standing on your own for a few minutes, it has been such an amazing journey with you kid and I have cherished and have frozen all those moments.
I have been with you every step of the way right from your birth and have done all that your mommy had done for you (except feeding you of course) and I don't feel any less of a mother to you my dear. From the moment I held you when you were a few days old, to giving you your first bath with your granny, to cleaning you poop and vomit, to rocking you to sleep, to spending sleepless nights with you when you are sick, to teaching you all the mischiefs, to being part of all those mischiefs, to receiving that joyous squeal and that million dollar smile when I enter home from work, to being treated as a special person, to having you to cuddle and pamper, I have done it all and more and I feel so much warmth and joy and happiness and mainly peace when I see or think of you. I may not have given birth to you my dear, but I am your mom too all the same. I have given you all sorts of names like "Pappu", "Chutta", "Kutta", "Pattani", "Duchu", "Thumbalina", "Thumulu", "Timbaktu" (I don't know why this one :) ) and many many more. I hope you don't hold a grudge against me for revealing this in public :). I simply love you so much that my heart swells with pride whenever you do something adorable. And oh yeah you made me read so many mommy bloggers and I loved them all :)
Your mommy is one lucky woman to have such a handsome son I would say dear. Given that she is equally kiddish it sometimes becomes difficult for us to decide who is the kid between the two of you. You mom and dad both love you to bits and it is heartening to see the way in which you bond with the two of them. The way you say "amma" in the sweet sing song voice of yours is so darn sweet. We have made this journey with you dear and it is simply amazing. From lying on your back all day to turning on your belly to drag yourself a few inches to crawling on all fours to standing holding onto something to standing on your own for a few minutes, it has been such an amazing journey with you kid and I have cherished and have frozen all those moments.
I have been with you every step of the way right from your birth and have done all that your mommy had done for you (except feeding you of course) and I don't feel any less of a mother to you my dear. From the moment I held you when you were a few days old, to giving you your first bath with your granny, to cleaning you poop and vomit, to rocking you to sleep, to spending sleepless nights with you when you are sick, to teaching you all the mischiefs, to being part of all those mischiefs, to receiving that joyous squeal and that million dollar smile when I enter home from work, to being treated as a special person, to having you to cuddle and pamper, I have done it all and more and I feel so much warmth and joy and happiness and mainly peace when I see or think of you. I may not have given birth to you my dear, but I am your mom too all the same. I have given you all sorts of names like "Pappu", "Chutta", "Kutta", "Pattani", "Duchu", "Thumbalina", "Thumulu", "Timbaktu" (I don't know why this one :) ) and many many more. I hope you don't hold a grudge against me for revealing this in public :). I simply love you so much that my heart swells with pride whenever you do something adorable. And oh yeah you made me read so many mommy bloggers and I loved them all :)
The smile on your face is worth the world to us and I wish you keep smiling like this all your life. I wish you a life of happiness and strength to calm any storms that may come your way. I wish you a life of peace with the comfort of true friendship and true love. May you fall in love a million times and may you learn to share and spread the love just the way you are doing today. Store away this innocence somewhere in your heart and cherish it all your life my dear, for this would be in short supply as you grow up. Love you my darling. Happy birthday.
very well written Anusha - each and every incident concerning the baby has been described beautifully with words. Wishes for your nephew from my side as well.
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ReplyDeleteAwwww what a lovely post.....belated wishes from me too:-). God bless!!!!!
ReplyDelete@Kalyan, @Selva and @Nancy : Thank you all :)
ReplyDeleteAnu,
ReplyDeleteSeriously tears rolled out of my eyes!! awesome write up! Manav will luv to read this when he grows up! luv to see attimber in his T shirt.. and yes even when manav is all grown up , am sure his mom will still remain a kid .and his paati is still having those monk fights!! he is really lucky to have lovely chitti like you! Cant wait to see him in person!!