10

The times where I long for the morning quiet long gone. Now that silence is buffeted by your gurgles, shouts and coos. I look each few seconds to where else you have managed to get yourself info. Each innocuous space for you holds immense curiosity and if you can grab it, you do, and if you can pull it down, even better, or the best part when you can put in your mouth. You ignore my “chi chi chi” (trying to avoid saying the word no), and then I try again in my not so great Punjabi to do something else.

So you have become my morning routine, the one I look forward to, the one where its just me and you, and I get to hold you and marvel that you are really here, and you are mine. Ok, ours. But morning time, you are mine. And at 10 months you are such a joy that I cannot wait to see what the future brings. I wince as I move a bit quicker to get the remote out of your hands, a painful reminder that I am not getting younger, but you are also bigger and heavier, more mobile, soon perhaps too soon, I may run out of breath, but not for your Son, not ever. You are now life, and I dedicate myself not only what I benefitted from, but also whatever else you want to strive for.

At 10 months, you already impress me with your rush to get to walking, but what puts me in awe is how easlily your mama makes taking care of you seem, when it is a lot of work,. There are times that I feel I dont know enough, but thats where your mama shines, filling in the gaps, teaching me, allowing me to learn and grow with you. With us. A whole unit finally, Just the four of us. Me Mama, Bella, and You. Always You. Happy 10 Zyan,. Papa Loves You.