Boyz to men…

Today we twinned, Rohaamrta and me. In red. He seemed content, and well, so was I!

Children grow up so fast that you scramble to collect as many memories as you can on the way. From the cradling days, to the babbling days, to the crawling days and now the walking and twinning days. Soon he will not want to be cuddled as much, or pampered as much, no more unlimited kisseees and no more super tight huggies. He will want to walk more than he wants to be carried, he will want to eat more than he wants to be fed. And so, as you watch, time flies by and the boy will soon become a man.

Here is what I wrote a few months ago, that I revisit from time to time. Hope you enjoy it too:)


As he crawls slowly towards you, and then faster,

Don’t you crawl towards him too?

As he tries to stand, fumbles and reaches out to you to stop from falling…

Don’t you reach out to him too?

As he takes his first steps, and stumbles a little,

Don’t you stumble a bit too?

And as he cries out sweet nothings, and speaks to you…

Don’t you speak to him too?

As he cries in pain, in hunger, or just because…

Don’t you feel the tinge too?

And as he laughs at the most silly things,

Don’t you laugh with him too?

As a parent, you are with him at every step,

every tear, every smile, and every breath

then why do things change, as time passes by

why don’t you laugh with him, why don’t you cry

Why don’t you hug him and hold him close, whispering his name in his ear

Why are you so afraid of showing love, what is your fear?

We lament on why kids grow up and space creeps in

but why don’t we see the obstinance that seeps in

into our thoughts, words and actions, in the way we grow apart

why? isn’t he the same beautiful heart?

A piece of you, a part of your own

is he really meant to disown?

children advance in years, and remain kids no more

but that is the way of life, so don’t be too sore

be a pal, a confidant, a companion and rediscover

the way you looked at him as a child, all the love you would shower,

It is never too late to change, to amend

be a parent, but don’t forget to be his true friend…