Bonding

Lil D had a hectic weekend. She had tennis classes, monthly reviews at school to prepare for, a show to attend, and three parties. She was hardly at home, and we were involved only in picking up and dropping her. It made me wonder how it would be when she grew up. At least now we knew where she was and who she was hanging out with, and she would tell us everything excitedly when she got home. But when she grew up, would it all change? Would we end up waiting for her calls and for the sound of her footsteps after a late night out? I didn’t even want to go there!

She was tired and promptly crashed after changing. DH and I began our dinner. Suddenly, we heard crying, and Lil D came to us. I thought she had a nightmare and comforted her. She curled up next to me on the sofa. Do you want me to feed you, just a little? I asked her. She nodded. I fed her little mouthfuls of warm rice. Mummy, can you plait my hair? She asked. Sure baby, I said. After she was sated, we sat on the floor together. I oiled and combed out her hair, and then made two braids.

She was content. She climbed into bed, and within five minutes, was fast asleep.

It made me feel so happy. I guess I was happy because I am still able to offer her comfort, that she has not outgrown me all of a sudden. I guess that’s what mothers are there for!

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3 thoughts on “Bonding

  1. How sweet πŸ™‚

    We never do outgrow our mothers, do we? πŸ™‚

    And fresh from reading Desmond Morris’ ‘Naked Ape’, I observe that the primate habit of grooming helped!

  2. Thanks Shankari.

    Very true, Shruthi. I thought of the very same thing (comfort of grooming) as I was braiding her hair!

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