My Angel with Horns!

They say you pay for your sins and reap rewards for your nobility within the current birth cycle itself!
My dear little adorable fairy of a daughter, who moonlights as a little multi-tasking imp, is here to prove that right!
All of eight months to be in a few days...she has me seeing stars in the day and pray for ray of hope at night when she refuses to do what ordinary and lesser mortals normally do...that is sleep, by the way!

I remember the day I first saw her at the orphanage where we got her from...
As the nun handed her over to us...she had that completely lost expression...yes, just like her mother*that’s me now btw*sports most of the time!

She seemed the quietest baby ever...for not a word was murmured while she shyly came into my arms.
She looked around with unmatched tranquillity...as though grasping things slowly...unruffled like a placid lake!
And we thought... awww....what a “shaant” n well behaved bachcha this is!
I was also thinking...phew! She’d be so easy to raise with all her serenity and gentleness! And yes it did follow a mental ‘yiyee, yiyee, yiyee!’ too.

Cut to now...1 month with us...and little Seeya has bloomed n how!
She’s proved that ‘helloooooooow dude...appearances can be deceptive!’
What you see is often not what you get!

She’s a little angel who transforms into a little terrorist every once in a while!
She’s hyperness personified!
She could easily win the “naughtiest child on earth award” hands down and before you say that’s what ALL mothers think...lemme tell you this is voiced by anyone and everyone who is fortunate enough to get to spend some time with her!*I sometimes feel when she’ll grow up a little...I would probably get regular complaints of her beating up the ruffian school boys or taking ‘hafta’ from the school staff!*

She’s my ‘gunda’ baby! And when I call her that in a sing-song way*trust me that’s a tune you don’t want to hear* she shakes her bum n nods her head to give me company so that her poor mommy does not look like a fool crooning on it alone!

She fidgets like her life depends on it...as though God sent her down with an ordinance that if her bum was to be fixed at one spot for more than five minutes...she’d be called back!
Screams as though it’s her birth right to do so for anything and everything that she does not like or does not get!
She feels sleep is a waste of time and being still is waste of space provided by us and legs gifted to her!
She is rarely quiet and this when she can rarely say a word beyond “ta..ta..ta..ta”*considering if these are words at all*

When I tell her ‘no-no’ for something...she nods her head to indicate ‘yes-yes’*mommy...if you think you are smart, I am smarter and making the rules here*
I put her on the cot to sleep and she rotates a complete 360 degrees to scare our guts out and make sure she is soon got to the bed instead!

I feel she’s slept now finally and would give me at least one hour of uninterrupted sleep for myself...but before the hand reaches the hour knell...you can hear her yell!
And when I am in the deepest hour of sleep or just about to flirt with a delicious hunk in my nightly sojourns of dreams, she is in the most hyper active one and again ensures she has me woken up with a start, just before I am being kissed*damn...earlier it was just my beloved breaking my love dreams now even my daughter has joined his ranks...can a human not get some privacy even in her dreams? Woe to the world!*

Cute looking stuff toys are put in her arms, so enticingly huggable that even Hitler would wanna cuddle them...but naah, that’s not Seeya style!
She would either pull out their fur or eat up the poor toy’s nose in the most voracious of bites that you would have seen*I make sure my nose is within safe distance of those predating teeth!*

She compulsively has to dip her fingers in the bowl when I try to keep it safely inches away while feeding her...and before I could clean off the khichdi from those tiny five extensions called her fingers...in the next instant, I would find that the khichidi has automatically managed to reach her clothes as well as mine and other unmentionable places on me n her!

When I do her maalish*massage* with milk n haldi n besan...she thinks I have brought a treat not for her body but for her mouth instead and rubs her hands on her stomach to take constant savoury bite of what’s being smeared on her! An outsider would think we do not feed her enough and get us sued!

When I try to bathe her...she’ll make sure to scream her guts out for a while even before the water ritual begins, so that everyone in the house*if it were possible, even the neighbourhood* would come rushing in to give me an unasked for verbal guide entitled ‘1 million suggestions on how to bathe/raise a kid’ and yes they do an encore of it each bloody day!

When I’ll put her on the potty seat, she’ll scrunch all those tiny facial muscles to make me believe of a successful emission and thereby mission accomplished...
So I raise her tiny bums to my lap and check...
Only to find my own flabbergasted reflection in the sparkling clean water in the pot that has not been gifted with bits of waste of hers and soon to follow is something wet n yellow and amazingly stinky on my kurta...and then this always is followed by the most pleased grin on her countenance!

And that’s not the worst people...the worst is that both me n she want to shit at the bloody same time as soon as we get off the bed!
And needless to say, you know who gets the preference and who’s been at the constant sacrificing end since her life cycle began some three decades ago!
Basically saying...
My motherly instincts overpower my bowel calls!

She’s like those automatic dolls with buttons...put her on the bed and she cries and pick her up in the arms and she’s quiet within a second...hell..There’s even a tear half way on the cheek...that drops dead in its track!


And as if pimples on my cheeks were not enough to deter any prospective cheek-y activity...I now have her nail scratches there too!
Not to mention the smell of baby food or baby shit emitting out of me often or dried farex being pulled out of my hair that get stuck together!

Phew!
Motherhood is tough people...
But tougher still is staying away from this adorable devil...
She’d do something real bad and grin with her six teeth to make you forget it!
She’d lap n move her legs as though cycling to express her excitement on seeing you and you feel alrite...trouble me as much as u wanna...
I’ll grin n bear!

It’s been a fun/tough one month so far...and for further details...
If I survive or succumb?
Does Seeya change me or do I manage to change her?
Watch this space!:-)