you’re beautiful!


Nope…not talking about the song by james blunt (which at some point was stuck in my head like forever)…this is what my 2 yr old Sid spontaneously blurted out this morning as i put on a nice pink kurta and earrings. He had, as usual, barged into the bathroom as i was getting dressed. And i was about to tell him to not get in the way when he looked at me sweetly and said “aai, you’re beautiful”

And then, at night, a little while ago, as i was putting the kids to sleep, Sid cuddled close and announced in marathi “aai, tu mala avadte” (mom, i like you). “mala pann” added Nish (me too). And, a little bit later, baby amu gave me a giant sloppy kiss and looked me straight in the eye with the sweetest smile on his face and i think that just made my day complete. 

It has been a long day..we’ve painted, made bread pudding, done some sticking and made cards…we have had many fights over the red crocs and the cooking spatula (we should just rename it splat-ula given how much they squabble over who gets to hold it)…tantrums…we went to the beach and Sid decided to run all over with me chasing after him my pretty kurta ballooning in the mad monsoon wind…he then fell into squelchy wed mud at a park and insisted on taking off his pants…we have had haircuts and munched on chicken legs and rice and played with blocks and cars …i have gone through the day on the 5 hours of sleep i got last night and i am pretty tired…but honestly when your day starts and ends the way mine did…i would do all of again tomorrow and more.

My little babies…i am looking at the three of you sleeping so peacefully next to me…i think you are beautiful too and i love you more than i could ever have believed was possible. 


About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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