Motherhood for me is more than a decade old.
This was the time when Fisher Price was just stepping up in India. The time when anyone coming back to India would bring back Cartons of diapers and toys and other stuff for the babies.
This was the time when digicams had just been launched and handicams were huge.
But we still have awesome memories of sweet child's babyhood.
We were stationed in the mountain kingdom of Bhutan at the time and hubby dear was relatively freer. So every evening was play time for the two boys.
Sweet Child had beautiful, curly locks and he hated tying his hair in a ponytail.
Hubby dear would become his horse and sweet child would ride him just like he was in a bronco.
Then there were times when sweet child would be tossed into the air and would be caught in daddy's trusting arms.
Then there would be the story telling session.
"Scary Stories from the Raj" were sweet Child's favorite. They had references to Shimla, hubby dear's hometown.
Just the eerie noises and the slurpy sounds I made were good to keep him interested.
The bedroom ceiling had those glow in the dark stars and moons stuck for a magical effect because sweet child refused to sleep in the dark. So many of our songs and lullabies were about the moon and stars.
He adored "Shava Shava" from Karan Johar's "Kabhi khushi kabhi Gham" movie the flushing dance step.
The best way to wake him up was to play that song on the VHS tape.
The most important thing about having a baby is the diapering and the feeding. The feeding would be accomplished on the swing in the courtyard, near the neighbors duck pond where most of the toast would be thrown to the ducks. A few trips in the car were great, the car rides built up his appetite and interest. There were the instances of reflux and vomit on our clothes too...and that happened usually when we were unable to change our clothes.
Almost all our focus was on him and what he would like. We adored that gurgling laughter , him running behind the dog and running around the table.
Probably the best nights were in the winters, when there was absolutely no chance of a diaper rash and sweet child could be swathed in a diaper the whole night long. Peaceful and clean , those nights were great for us too.
To have a sleeping child on the bed was probably the best part of being parents.There is nothing more beautiful than a sleeping baby in a mother's arms...
And he sleeps peacefully only because he is dry and comfortable the whole night long.
I'm glad I had a chance to celebrate my Motherhood with an equally caring father.
We never knew how much love we could feel , until someone called us Mama and Papa.
Hubby dear adores being slave to the little one
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