This feature is inspired by Elise at eliseblaha.typepad.com. I plan to write a letter each to Medha and Madhav once every month.
When you’re bored or I need to get things done, I offer you a bag of Medha’s accessories or colored markers. Either of them can keep you busy for a long time. You try her bracelets on and examine the colorful clips and hairbands from up close, when she’s at school.(you dare not touch them when she’s around!). You separate the tops from the markers and line them up in various formations.
Plates and pots and spoons are enough for you to play for hours as I cook. Fancy toys are a waste. They lay in heaps around the house, untouched, making it look like a war-torn area. They poke the feet that treads on them without caution. Ouch!
To get you walking (you are 16 months old now!), papa bought a walker. which you loved in the beginning. Not that you ever used it to walk; you sat examining the tiny toys on it, until you got too tired of sitting in one place. Then you cried to be taken out. And now it sits in a corner along with the scooter your grandparents sent all the way from Dubai.
Somehow you’re learning how to walk. Instinct, I suppose, or are we pushing you to try harder? Holding an older hand, you’re taking baby steps. In a month or so, you’ll walk on your own, I’m sure. It’ll be a thrill to watch you take those first steps, unsupported.
Walk or no, you love love wearing shoes. You wear them all the time. After we lost your first pair, you kept pointing at your feet as if demanding me to put shoes on them. At the park you kept complaining, pointing at your bare feet, to anybody who cared to listen and sympathize. I just HAD to buy you a new pair. And now you’re the happiest!