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Six Already!

It definitely wasn't love at first sight for me. There was none of the maternal gushing that is usually associated with such moments. I thought you were quite red and wrinkly and now that you were out, I simply wanted to go to sleep. The first few months of your life were tumultous for us and looking back, I remember very little from that period. Perhaps I just wanted to block it all out.

You were a needy child who left me utterly exhausted most of the time. I couldn't wait to get away from you and gather what little was left of my earlier life. Back then, I saw you as someone who changed my life irrevocably - and not necessarily in a good way. Added to that was the pressure of having to enjoy motherhood constantly. When all I wanted was to bottle motherhood and throw it somewhere deep into the Atlantic. Frankly, I didn't know how on earth I was going to continue being a mother for the rest of my life.

But gradually, without my ever noticing it, things started to change. You began to communicate and what a difference that made! By the time you were three, you had come into your own as a person and for the first time, I was able to enjoy your company. I saw you as an individual - a bright, funny and extraordinarily generous little person. And despite continued mealtime struggles, how I've come to love you!

I now realise that the years are sliding by quickly. I see your clothes, I note the size on your trainers and they tell me that you're not the toddler I still think of you as. But when did that happen? And how did I miss those years? Soon, you won't be needing your old mother to comfort you when your graze your knee. Or bite your tongue. Or lose your car. And when that happens, guess who'll be wishing she was needed more?

Happy 6th birthday, Jikku! What a blessing you are.




naga mama said…
Happy birthday and many many happy returns of the day
naga mama and brindha mami
Archana said…
Happy birthday, Jikku!
Blogeswari said…
Happy birthday chinnu kutty!
and why does motherhood come with the mandatory 'tears flow easily' clause?! or is it the way you write?

happy birthday to six year old big boy!

and lovely photo!

( three exclamations in one comment, boy, what a way to start the day!!!)
umm oviya said…
happy birthday jikku. and happy perseverence ammani!
neha vish said…
Jiku ku appy budday! :)
shyam said…
Happy b'day to the cutest, most adorable little boy I know :)
mumbaigirl said…
Awww. Happy Birthday Jikku!
ammani said…
Thank you so much everyone!
kaaju katli said…
Still remember how he spat out the diet wheat flakes he ate at my place - yechai tuppi baba :-). Too funny. Love and hugs to him, and a very happy birthday!
malini chitti said…
Happy Birthday Jikku. May God bless you with the best of everything.

Maithri and
yappy birthday kuttis (have amma and appa recovered from the party?)
radhika said…
lovely words for a lovely boy :-)
for someone who's son will be two next month, no wonder your post brought a lump to my already-sore throat!

happy sixth birthday jikku!
Ravages/CC said…
Jikku: Many, many wishes for a great day.
ambimama said…
Just for joke:
While we enjoy the kids' growth and it is nice to remember and be remembered on birthdays, I remember a joke in S.V Sekar Drama:
The father says:"How much pains and joys I underwent to make you grow so big.."
The son: "But for you, would I have remained small and tiny?"
Madura said…
That was lovely to read! Yes indeed my eyes were wet too! :)

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