If I Were A Baby Again

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Many a times, ‘being a baby’ is no mere thought.
“Bayhbeeee” stutters my 15 month old son pointing to his big sister.
This irks her.
He is all giggles. ” Bayhbeeee, Bayhbeeee…” he continues…
“I’m a big girl ; not a baby ! ” screams the 3 year old.
Mom jumps in to do some fire fighting..
“You are a big girl dear, he was actually pointing to daddy when he said baby.. ” fibs the mom.
I take the hint, pretend to be a baby and mock-cry..
“Oh yeah, daddy is a bahbee” smiles the now calmer older one.
“Mommy the baby is crying. Can we change his diaper ? ” she exclaims. The mom is in splits and the tots do not need much of a reason or an invitation to join in on any laughter.
What follows next is a series of requests where I play a baby throwing a tantrum and my kids get to be the pretend parent admonishing me. That’s after I have talked them out of trying a diaper on me !
What amazes me with kids in general and babies in particular is the ease with which they feel genuinely happy. Small happiness-es are aplenty. These happiness-es are coupled with warm smiles that light up the room. They are ever forgiving, full of love and pure of heart.
To a baby everything is just perfect as is. They see so much more in the very things that seem trifle to us. A routine utensil and a spoon is drum ; parents, their best friends ; a small stuffed toy, their life ; a simple cardboard box a house, a car or a roller coaster ; father‘s legs the best slide or a see-saw and mother’s arms, a blissful swing.
Parents are thrilled if you just eat, drink and sleep ! It is hugs and kisses galore and then some.
Maybe it’s the innocence ? Maybe it is the gay abandon that comes with all that love showered on them ? Maybe it’s the age ? Whatever the reason I wish I would wake up with a wide grin every time and be as genuinely happy always.
Fun with Fall Leaves
A card my wife treasures sums it thus “All your life you wished for a ‘Tall, Dark and Handsome‘, so how come the love of your life is ‘Short, Bald and Toothless‘ ? “. Babies change you, and change you for the better.
Though I wish often that I were a baby again, the thought of my 2 tots being a distant dream makes all the joys of being a baby less attractive. A wise man(read my father) once said, you need to be a baby to enjoy babies. He used to be one with us when we grew up. I try to be 1/2 as good as him.
So everyday when I get back home, the manager in me gets un-managed, the architect in me loses structure, java changes to gibberish and I become a kid with my 3 year old and a baby with my 15 month old.
I join my 3 year old in jumping a few puddles or playing with leaves. I get to be the bad wolf one day and a charming prince on another. On luckier days I have been a Cinderella and donned a tiara.
I grin while being soft slapped by my son, go for long 10 feet walks as he takes his first steps. I share his baby food while coaxing him to eat with a “It’s yummy !”. An hour passes by like 10 minutes and I put him on my chest and talk a few gibberish. Minutes later he is asleep. So am I.
My reasons for wishing to be baby again are simple : try and get back those small happiness-es ; pursue simplicity ; smile, and smile often ; treasure what you have ; play more ; family is everything ; forgive and move on ..
Tunnel To India
“If I were a baby again” ? I am one.
I am a baby everytime I’m with my kids. So for me, the question is moot.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to go help my 3 year old dig a tunnel to the other side of the world so she can meet her thatha (Grandpa) whenever she wants …
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