Both Missus and the grandparents (and I) are doing something right. Beckett is turning into one sensitive, funny, compassionate, caring, and gumptious young lady.
From making imaginary phone calls with Uno cards, to exercising and doing Pranayam with Missus and me;
from helping Pappa fold clothes after laundry, to doodling on fogged-up-by-breathing-on-it glass windows;
from drinking banana milkshake and wearing large shoes to become a big girl faster, to instructing me to stand in a corner while insisting on pushing her own stroller;
from running around and getting lost in a retail store, to imploring me to lift her because she's tired;
from playing hide & seek to talking to Alexa - 'Aleta, Tan you play me Jingle bells?';
from being nervous about getting into the swimming pool, to insisting that she be let alone while swimming;
from insisting that she's just a little baby (Hu naanu bau chu !!), to warning me never to do anything like that (Aavu koi divas nai karvanu!);
from singing 'Khana Kha ke Daru Pi ke Chale Gaye', to asking where Rucha aunty went;
from consoling me at the airport that she'll be back soon, to asking Missus in the plane how come the Air hostess is asking everyone to sit down when she is roaming around in the aisle;
every now and then she does something that completely baffles me and gives me goosebumps.
But two days ago, when the whole of Mumbai was stranded at work, my daughter did something that simply stunned me beyond belief. We were scared that Missus may not be able to make it back home that night and this would be the first night where mother and daughter would have had to stay apart and that may cause heart burn for Beckett. However, Missus and Naani got her on video call and explained the situation to her.
'It is raining. Mumma cannot leave office. So she may come home really late.'
'Is it? Are you alone?'
'No. Mumma has all Uncle and Auntys from office with her. Here talk to them.'
(Some babbling with Missus' office colleagues)
'Will you go to sleep with Naani while Mumma waits for the rain to stop?'
'Yes. But are the Naana Baus (small kids) of the uncles and auntys okay?'
I don't know if it is normal for a 26 month old kid to think about the well being of others' kids. But somewhere both Missus and I have gotten really lucky and have too much to be grateful for.
