My first baby…
I’ve always loved kids (maybe coz I still am a kid myself, as friends keep telling me). When I first came to this country, my cousin, Akshay, was almost two months old. I’ve seen him grow into a terribly intelligent, and very emotional 6 yr-old (who reminds me a lot of myself because of how easily he gets attached to people). I love the little guy; he is so terribly honest and good-hearted that I can hardly bear to ever scold him!
And then, two year later, a little bundle of joy called Aasha came along. She was the first baby I’ve ever held from the time she was a day old! Holding a baby is such a beautiful feeling; so delicate, so comforting and peaceful, yet so weighty . Watching her grow into a beautiful little girl has been amazing; her first crawl, her first steps, her first words, her first tantrum.
Aashu is so different from Akshay; where he is loving, she if difficult. Where he is obedient, she is petulant. When he makes a boo-boo, he immidiately goes into his “I’m really sorry, I love you a lot mommy, please dont scold me too much, I’ll never do it again” mode. She? She just looks back at her mom with that adorable face and never says sorry! She is such a typical girl: she won’t give me a kiss when I ask for it, but she’s come and be all loving when she wants a teddy bear from my room!
For her birthday, I got her some stuff I thought she would like; I also got Akshay a little something coz I didn’t want him to feel left out. Seeing the happiness on his face, and the spontaneous hug and kiss he gave me, made me almost well up. I love these kids, and it’ll be hard when I move out and don’t get to see them everyday 