The first prompt for Write Tribe Festival of Words is ‘My Biggest Treasure’. For me, my son, is undoubtedly my biggest treasure. It honestly feels great to start the festival writing about my son.
The regular readers of my blog are aware of the fictional Pablo Stories (Pablo is Born, Pablo on a Plane) that I write occasionally. These stories are based on my son. They are written from his perspective, the way he sees the world. However, this is the first time that I am writing an entire non-fiction post on him. While writing, I am also realizing that fiction is far easier for me, as I am literally struggling to jot down my emotions in this non-fiction.
I sincerely admire the mommy bloggers who have entire blogs dedicated to their child/children, where they write about their parenting journeys, milestones, goals and also advice other parents on tips and tricks of parenting. I love reading their posts but never really wrote or even thought of writing my own.
Many women in my generation are not keen on becoming a mother. I respect their decisions. Parenting is a huge responsibility and if one is not confident or willing it is best not to have a child. However, I wanted to become a mother since I was in kindergarten. I was not keen on getting married but always wanted a child whom I could call my own. I had wanted to adopt a child even before I got married. Children always bring happiness and thus becoming a mother was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.
When I saw my son for the first time, I felt I was the happiest woman. A nurse came and showed him to me. He was wrapped in a hospital towel, his face was pink and his lips had the color of rose, he had black hair and to me he was the most beautiful sight on earth. It took me some time to believe that this beautiful bundle of joy was mine, only mine (The father obviously had partial ownership).
It took me time to get used to him. As a new mother, I had my moments of desperation, anxiety, impatience, indignation and overwhelm. Yet, there was no dearth of love. Slowly, I learnt the tricks. Now, after eight and a half years he is not only my son but also my best teacher. I have learnt a lot from him in all these years. I have learnt forgiveness and unadulterated love from him. He taught me how to put someone else’s life in front of my own. He taught me how to stay calm when things are going out of hands.
My son is hyperactive but extremely inquisitive. He keeps talking about his dreams. When he was around three years old he came to me and said ‘Mamma, I want to be a valet driver when I grow up.’ I was quite surprised at this unusual ambition but he justified that the valet driver has the best job in this whole world because he gets to drive so many different types of cars through the day from Audi, Mercedes, BMW to Tata Nano. I agreed he had a point.
Then last year he upgraded his ambition and told me that he wanted to become a car designer. He loves to configure the luxury cars. However, these days he is obsessed with Lego. He loves making things using Lego blocks and I must admit he is quite innovative. He is generally innovative and loves to break and make things all over the house.
When he was a toddler, I often used to get irritated as he was a clingy child. He used to not even let me go to the washroom. Even now, he loves to be around me. He still refuses to sleep alone and is unable to fall asleep until he hugs me tight. I am almost like a side pillow for him to fall asleep. He often asks me not to lose weight as skinny mothers; according to him are not ‘good pillows’.
The other day he nonchalantly said ‘Mamma, I will keep 10 books next to your grave so that you do not get bored inside.’ He knows that his mother is a bibliophile and this was his solution for his mom. Macabre probably, but I don’t mind reading books even inside my grave.
I can keep on writing about him but I think it would be better if I stop here. As I am getting emotional while writing and that is not a good thing.
I am linking this post to Write Tribe Festival of Words #6
Such a beautiful post Balaka. I agree with you, children are the best treasure for a mother. Their sweet banter, never ending questions, challenging moments, cuddly hugs all make the experience of motherhood so unique and lovable ❤ !
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thank you soo much radhika
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Ohhh wow! That’s an extremely endearing post. Your love for your son flows through the pages. He sounds like a very sweet, smart child. And he’s lucky to have you as his mother. Now that’s unconditional love. Such a sweet family! Take care, Bala. And do keep writing. ❤😊
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Thanks a lot..keep visiting
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I will! Take care, dear. 💕😊
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Balaka, what a coincidence!!! I too have written about the unconditional love of my son. and much thanks for appreciating the fellow mommies for their untiring efforts. Happy to connect with you through #WTFOW !!!
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Same here Vasantha…I read your post and could connect with it.
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Hi Balaka.
What an entertaining post! I love the way your son thinks. 😊
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Thanks Apeksha
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Beautiful words. Peace and love to you and yours.
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Thanks Gary
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I have fallen in love with your son – he wants to keep books in your grave- thats got to be the most thoughtful thing a kid has said to a parent! Loving his reasoning sense – Valet driver – precocious!!!!!
I hope to follow you in this festival and read more stuff about him!
Cheers 🙂
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Thanks Shalini
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Kids change you in a way you never imagined you would. I can sense the emotion with which you have written the post Balaka. Sending love and hugs to the two of you.
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Yes they do change you beyond words…thanks a lot for the comment…
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Becoming a Mom is truly a life altering event. As you wrote about the first time you saw your son, it brought back memories of my first glance of my daughter – thats truly a defining moment.
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Thanks Akshata… that is the best feeling
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I realized that i wanted to have a child when I was in 7th. Still now I have no idea, what made me think like that. Ever since then I wanted to adopt a child. And now, that urge is growing stronger as days pass.
Lovely post. Your love for him is actually overflowing in your words. 🙂
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Apply for adoption…great way to have a child….thanks for the comment
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Wonderful post. Thanks for appreciating mom bloggers. Frankly I find writing fiction tough and really admire those who do. Writing something that I experience is easier for me.
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For me writing fiction is easier while I struggle writing non-fiction….thanks for your wonderful comment.
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So much love here. Children truly changes our lives giving us the best lessons on love and care. Your son is so smart, Balaka. I loved his reasoning behind wanting to become a valet driver. Much love to you and your son. 🙂
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Thank you so much Vinitha…
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What a wonderful boy and so thoughtful. I think that driving all sorts of cars is a fine ambition for your son to have!
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He loves cars….thanks Alice for your lovely comment
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I can totally relate to this being a mother myself. God bless him 🙂
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Thanks anchal
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Lovely post…one day your son can look back and read this to know how much he is treasured 🙂
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I wish he does…thanks for the comment dear
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Thats a lovely treasure you have Balaka, I know how it is these days about choosing and not choosing to become a parent. I feel my children complete me – I find so many things I have in them – I just love those little treasures that are very close to my heart. wonderful take on the prompt
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Thank you Menaka
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Such a warm, endearing post about dear little Srot! I can totally relate to your thoughts and feelings as we’ve discussed this so often over the past few years 😀 Very beautiful post. And what a great start to the FOW!
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Oh!! Di, one day I will surely write a post on the way you motivated me at the beginning of my parenting journey…I truly owe you that… I can never forget that phone call..
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You write nonfiction beautifully B. What a lovely son you have, truly very considerate of him to think about your comfort when you may not be able to. I wish him the best & may all his wishes and dreams come true 😀
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Thank you Ishita
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Such a beautiful post , Balaka. I think , you do a fabulous job of writing non-fiction too. You were meant to be a writer .🙂
I love your son’s innocence, it’s hard to find a real ‘kid’ today . I love his creative thinking too . You are blessed and so is he! . More blessings for him.
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Oh!! Moon you always brighten up my day with your beautiful comments…Thanks for the blessings dear..hugs from him to this cute Masi.
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🙂🙂💕💕Hugs to him and his wonderful mother . What’s my nephew’s name, by the way?
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His name is srot…(joler srot)
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It must be so wonderful to listen to him talk about his dreams. What a sweet write up. My best wishes to both of you😀
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Thanks Rajlakshmi💓💓
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