Baby D has finally learnt to fight gravity so well. The stumbling phase has ended, he now stabilizes his body for few seconds to a whole minute and takes atleast five steps ahead without a break.
It is such a scene to see the baby walk like a bear, secretly calculating the probability of reaching safe to their intended destination, which in baby D’s case is the space between my arms. I display an overwhelming facial expression a typical Indian parent would otherwise reserve for their child’s outstanding performance in JEEs.
I outgrew my teen years watching a Johnson’s baby ad where a mom gets pleasantly startled to see her child exploring the world on its own feet. It seemed dramatic back then. Now that my own flesh and blood is doing the toddle, I realise what a mom’s fuss is all about.
While some of the parental insecurities continue to scald my insides like a meat on heat, there is always a mellow side to it that perfectly balances the inescapable pain of being an adult.
Have a great weekend folks!