Considering the fact that I’ve written post after post about every small thing A Jr did as a child, it surprises me as to how and why I’m at such a loss of words when it comes to Angel. Whenever I try to jot down anything, I feel like I haven’t done any justice to her and eventually it all gets dumped in the bin.
What should I write about anyway?
Her mischievous eyes that gleam merrily after she has broken/thrown/hidden/taken something, and which can make us want to spank and adore her both at once?
Her absolutely disarming smile which can make a blind man beg for the gift of sight, just to get one good look at her?
Her making a puppy face and/or shrieking vigorously (depending on how long we take to comply) when she wants something?
Her tantrums, ranging from throwing anything within an arm’s reach to standing quietly and looking down wretchedly while waiting for us to pick her up, when we refuse her anything?
The list never ends, and am I glad it doesn’t! Life would be boring without these everyday sprinkles, isn’t it? Just like anything sweet has to be balanced with spice, a sweet boy like A Jr needs the company of a naughty girl like Angel to make us all-rounder parents! 😉
Here’s a small anecdote I want Angel to read and laugh about when she’s all grown up and wants something to cheer her up. 😀
Just like A Jr, Angel too has a habit of sitting with me or A for the daily puja at home. It is one of the best times of the day for us, since the younger one makes the elder one drop anything he’s doing, with lightning emergency, and join us for the puja. She cannot utter any shlokas yet, but gives us company with her aaaaas and hhmmms throughout! 🙂
Also, wherever there’s an idol, Jai Jai as she calls it, she has to bow down to it and pray. Interestingly, the Ganpati songs in the last few days and Visarjan telecasts on television didn’t allow my poor baby to stand straight most of the time. Funny as it may sound; I had to switch it off because this girl wouldn’t give up even after she kept falling down. 😦
Today, she saw Ganesha’s photo in A Jr’s book and bowed down as always. What more, she made A Jr do the same! The poor boy protested, but reluctantly agreed. This bowing down, by the way, means bending down and touching your forehead on the floor every time. What is it, commitment, patience, persistence, discipline or her faith that influences her, I sometimes wonder!
I have a mother’s heart, but it is A who is the tender one amongst both of us. The way he looks at Angel and talks to her lovingly is so unbelievably innocent and affectionate that I feel like swapping places with her sometimes. 😛
Three smitten people who love you to death; Angel, you’re one lucky girl! 🙂 🙂
God bless you, my sweetheart!