Last Sunday after my hubby returned back to South Africa, all days I was searching, cleaning, and organising our home. Today, when I was sorting out and arranging my hubby’s and my son’s shoes, I was overwhelmed with so many memories and thoughts. Shoes of different brands, for various needs and of multiple colors made me to walk in my sweet memory lane. In fact I would always say that we can run a shoe shop when we retire. That’s a different story….😛
Looking into the new branded shoes of Mithu, I could not stop thinking about his first Tiny Shoe used during his early tiny steps. Those were so little that they could be held right in my palm. Now his shoe size has become 6. How much and how fast he has grown. Always I have a guilt at the bottom of my heart that I missed his early childhood since I was forced to work on those days. He started his little steps during his eighth month. At that time he had a Micky Shoe which sounds while walking. He loved it to the core that he would wear them even inside the house. The sound from them helped my mom, many a times, to track him while she was busy in kitchen and other chores.
Mithu would say as “Brukaathe” for his tiny shoes and sandals. Even now we will tease him with this word. And sometimes he will ask “Amma, how will I say many things differently during my childhood?”
Once he started to walk without support, we should be running behind him. He would walk that fast. Almost running. And he never allowed us to carry him. He loved to walk more and more. My Amma and Mithu would go for a long walk everyday in the evening. That walk was mainly for seeing me at the street itself when I returned from my work. On some days the walk had been extended from 5 pm to 7 pm since I had more responsibilities at my work place. Sorry, dear …… I made you to wait and long for me …. Really sorry !!!
I also remember the days when he compelled me for walks with him during my holidays. And he used to tell me many stories – some heard stories and some created stories – how sweet were those days. Loving nostalgic notes from a mommy diary.
Now with the same love and longing, I was waiting for him to hear his stories when he return from school. Oh, God, please make him slower in growing as a man since I would love to capture his teen years at least deep in my mind.
P.S : My son has just entered into his teens this July. Still we are sharing many stories, creating many stories and writing many stories……❤❤❤
Are you a Stay At Home Mom or a Working Mom??? Have you enjoyed your child’s first things?? Share your interesting stories with us ….🙂🙂🙂
Don’t miss to read my other posts for the challenge :
Day 1 : Untold Story Of My Brother
Day 2 : What You Don’t Know My Love
Day 3 : It’s Time To Move On
Day 4 : Hey, It’s Ok Amma !!!