"Mummy"

Hands down, I have the most adorable boy in the whole wide world, possibly the most mischievous, but hands down the most adorable boy in the whole world. When Shabd is fast asleep and his little hands instinctively reach out to hold onto me, I know I’m loved by God.

When he wakes up from his afternoon nap and finds no one in his room, the first thing he says is, “Mummy.” While I occasionally feel that the word is a little worse from wear, and I have to admit that I do complain that it’s uttered a tad bit too often, it is when I’m not around Shabd that I miss hearing, “Mummy.”

I dread the day my little boy grows up and loses his innocence, when “MUMMY” is uttered in frustration or anger or even God forbid in annoyance. But time marches on, one can smash all the clocks in one’s home, yet tick tock tick tock, she marches relentlessly on. And in an Eeyore voice i have to admit, "that day will come."

So for now, my cup runeth over in gratitude for the time I spend with Shabd. For the morning whispers while Papa is still asleep, for the painting, baking and peek-a-boo, for the reading of much loved books while Shabd sits on my lap, for the shy smiles, I-know-I shouldn’t-be-doing-this smiles,  and for the sudden fierce hugs Shabd pounces on me every so often.