Dear Piya,
This note is about a fight.
You see baby, given that you are teddy-bear sized small, there are only a limited number of objects you can pick a fight with.
In this case, it happened to be with a quarter-plate-sized wheel-shaped rattle with three golf-sized balls rotating in the outer rim.
Some details about you first - your mouth is only so big as to fit your thumb into it comfortably (an experience you indulge in luxuriously!)
So back to the incident where you were playing with this rattle with glee - having just learnt to catch hold of objects in your tiny fist, you chose to enjoy the rattle-sounds for about a minute before deciding to draw it near your face, open your mouth and try to take a bite.
I keep telling you that not everything that fits in your fist is meant to be eaten, but do you ever listen?
Anyway, given the 2:1 size ratio of the ball in the rattle : your mouth, the entire effort to try to eat it went in vain.
But you are not the one to give up without a fight, my little braveheart!
So you made the rattle shake in air again creating some more rattle-sounds. Thinking that this would have perhaps shrunk the ball in size somehow you made a second attempt to eat the ball.
But that is not how things shrink in size, honey.
You were not ready to give up still, so this time, with the final look of determination on your face you shook the rattle wildly in the air creating a loud rat-a-tat-tat sound. And after two minutes of this you made the third and last attempt to take a bite at what now seemed like a ball that just wouldn't budge.
Alas! It did not fit your mouth yet again. (Big surprise!)
At this point you gave the rattle a long, angry stare and then all of a sudden chucked it on the ground.
Soon after, you got busy playing with your hands, going on to sucking the old, reliable friend - your thumb.
When I came near to check if you were okay with the rattle-battle, you took one look at the picked up rattle in my hand and casually looked away. Your indifferent attitude towards it can only be described as saying - I never really wanted the rattle-ball anyway!
I put the rattle in your hand anyway.
This time, you looked at it closely and then chose to play with it without trying to eat it.
Instead of continuing the fight or making a foe, you chose to make your peace with this opponent.
I kept watching you in awe.
These small things of yours are big life lessons to me.
Keep this spirit within you always!
Love,
Maa
This note is about a fight.
You see baby, given that you are teddy-bear sized small, there are only a limited number of objects you can pick a fight with.
In this case, it happened to be with a quarter-plate-sized wheel-shaped rattle with three golf-sized balls rotating in the outer rim.
Some details about you first - your mouth is only so big as to fit your thumb into it comfortably (an experience you indulge in luxuriously!)
So back to the incident where you were playing with this rattle with glee - having just learnt to catch hold of objects in your tiny fist, you chose to enjoy the rattle-sounds for about a minute before deciding to draw it near your face, open your mouth and try to take a bite.
I keep telling you that not everything that fits in your fist is meant to be eaten, but do you ever listen?
Anyway, given the 2:1 size ratio of the ball in the rattle : your mouth, the entire effort to try to eat it went in vain.
But you are not the one to give up without a fight, my little braveheart!
So you made the rattle shake in air again creating some more rattle-sounds. Thinking that this would have perhaps shrunk the ball in size somehow you made a second attempt to eat the ball.
But that is not how things shrink in size, honey.
You were not ready to give up still, so this time, with the final look of determination on your face you shook the rattle wildly in the air creating a loud rat-a-tat-tat sound. And after two minutes of this you made the third and last attempt to take a bite at what now seemed like a ball that just wouldn't budge.
Alas! It did not fit your mouth yet again. (Big surprise!)
At this point you gave the rattle a long, angry stare and then all of a sudden chucked it on the ground.
Soon after, you got busy playing with your hands, going on to sucking the old, reliable friend - your thumb.
When I came near to check if you were okay with the rattle-battle, you took one look at the picked up rattle in my hand and casually looked away. Your indifferent attitude towards it can only be described as saying - I never really wanted the rattle-ball anyway!
I put the rattle in your hand anyway.
This time, you looked at it closely and then chose to play with it without trying to eat it.
Instead of continuing the fight or making a foe, you chose to make your peace with this opponent.
I kept watching you in awe.
These small things of yours are big life lessons to me.
Keep this spirit within you always!
Love,
Maa
