Nishka's first steps
One evening Nishka and I were taking an evening stroll in the park when we spotted the swimming pool at a distance. Laughing in delight, Nishka ran towards the pool. But as she approached the pool, she had to stop. There were a few small steps near the pool and she needed help to get down. She looked back to see where I was. Seeing that I was at a distance, she took a quick decision. Holding her balance on one of her legs, she put her other leg forward and gently tugged herself down the mini step. The jump caused a jerk and she took a few seconds to steady herself on the lower step. But she had done it - she had climbed down the step on her own! Once she found her balance, she smiled widely, and looked back to see if I had noticed. Seeing my proud smile, she said gleefully, "Mummy..! Clap.. !!!"
She then set out on her next task. She turned around, put one of her foot forward and pulled herself up on the top of the stair. Both of us clapped in delight again! We were both lost in the climbing up and climbing down and celebrating and cheering the good climbs for a few minutes, when I looked up. An older couple, maybe in the early forties were looking at us indulgently and smiling. I smiled back - in embarrassment and pride. After all it must have been a sight to an onlooker, to see a mother cheer her daughter climb up and down such a small step.
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Another day, Nishka, and I came down to the garden. We had walked only a few steps when we saw a group of young boys sit on one corner with a football. The leader of the gang was a 8 year old and the rest were around 5. Nishka as usual broke herself free from me and ran towards the children and started to talk to the boys in her baby language.
The 5 year olds tried to shoo her off. But the eight year old kicked the foot ball at her gently. The ball came and bounced at her feet. She giggled. She picked up the ball and bounced it back to the eight year old , saying, "Anna ! Catch..!" He smiled back and kicked again.
Nishka giggled as she would go in pursuit of the ball whenever he kicked the ball to her. She would then pick up the ball and throw it back to the boy. "Nishka. This is called a kick. Kick the ball back to Anna. Don't throw it," I said, showing her a kick.
Nishka looked at me with a question mark on her face for a few seconds. Then she slowly came to the ball, and very gently nudged the ball with her little leg. All of us there, couldn't contain our excitement. Nishka had kicked! After that the boy and Nishka kicked ball to each other for another 10 minutes.
It was a beautiful sight to watch a 8 year old boy play football with a 1.5 year old girl.
She then set out on her next task. She turned around, put one of her foot forward and pulled herself up on the top of the stair. Both of us clapped in delight again! We were both lost in the climbing up and climbing down and celebrating and cheering the good climbs for a few minutes, when I looked up. An older couple, maybe in the early forties were looking at us indulgently and smiling. I smiled back - in embarrassment and pride. After all it must have been a sight to an onlooker, to see a mother cheer her daughter climb up and down such a small step.
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Another day, Nishka, and I came down to the garden. We had walked only a few steps when we saw a group of young boys sit on one corner with a football. The leader of the gang was a 8 year old and the rest were around 5. Nishka as usual broke herself free from me and ran towards the children and started to talk to the boys in her baby language.
The 5 year olds tried to shoo her off. But the eight year old kicked the foot ball at her gently. The ball came and bounced at her feet. She giggled. She picked up the ball and bounced it back to the eight year old , saying, "Anna ! Catch..!" He smiled back and kicked again.
Nishka giggled as she would go in pursuit of the ball whenever he kicked the ball to her. She would then pick up the ball and throw it back to the boy. "Nishka. This is called a kick. Kick the ball back to Anna. Don't throw it," I said, showing her a kick.
Nishka looked at me with a question mark on her face for a few seconds. Then she slowly came to the ball, and very gently nudged the ball with her little leg. All of us there, couldn't contain our excitement. Nishka had kicked! After that the boy and Nishka kicked ball to each other for another 10 minutes.
It was a beautiful sight to watch a 8 year old boy play football with a 1.5 year old girl.
1 comments:
enjoyed reading. Little moments like these are so precious.
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