Poila Boishakh

Om celebrated his first Poila Boishakh by having lunch at Amber. Didi & Tapanda gave us a treat.
Though it was his first restaurant visit one can hardly make that out.

His seating posture was just right with the white napkin placed on his lap. He tasted Peas Pulao, Fish livergin, French fry, Nan.

But after he finished his savory he showed his own self. He started by cleaning all the mouldings on the wooden wall panel. At first he used the napkin of the restaurant. Then he reached to the conclusion that its not suitable for cleaning purpose. So he emptied his own bag, took out his own napkin and started using it. I dont mind if my son starts earning part time at such an early age... but am I to supply him all the ingredients for his job!!!!!

By this stage my son has become apt in sweeping, cleaning, cloths washing. One thing he hasnt tried yet is utensil cleaning. But I dont think that wont take much time too. So in future if any of you run out of your maids dont hesitate to call him up.

After 1 yr ...

..... Om resembles me mostly. It seems to me a few days back when I brought him from the nursing home.


From the very beginning the feature of Om that appealed to me was his bright eyes. They seemed very bright to me and implied more than that....

On the 3rd day of Om I decided that I had enough of bedtime and now I need to refresh myself as I had to take care of Om once I reach home. Still in pain I got out of bed and slowly walked down the corridor to visit the nursery of the nursing home (I was previously asked to visit the nursery to see the baby bathing). As I reached the nursery the bathing was already in process. But I was in awe. All the babies looked the same. I have seen and handled Om when he was brought to my room (No. 311) for feeding. And now in the nursery with all other babies I was at a loss in recognizing my own. I made up my mind that I need to sort him out here and here only among others. After the bath of two babies came my little one and I didnt miss to recognize him. I thanked god for giving me the insight of a mother.

He got bathed and was taken inside for dressing, where I was not allowed. I was permitted to stand at a distance and just watch - pathetic... As I was watching my baby he was wailing his hearts out. Suddenly his vision fell on me standing out there and his vision was stalled. He looked and looked at me stopping his crying until he was taken away from there. I could not read his mind... dont know what he felt when he saw me... or was it the bright colored housecoat that I was wearing that caught his eye. I wished God would have gifted me that insight too.

The feature of Om that appealed to his father was his smile which obviously he inherited from me. The smile mesmerized all who interacted with him.

Om has given me sleepless nights, painful tears while feeding, incessant crying in the first few months, continuous peeing and pooping, stomach trouble since his 5th month, rejection in each and every introduction, catching cold every now and then, skin rashes at any instant even when anybody touched his face or while putting mustard oil on his chest while having cold and so on... but with all these he has given us everything that a baby can gift to his parents. From the beginning he used to smile in his dreams. After crossing his first month he started giving meaningful smile.

He grew up to be a very interactive child, greeting everybody who comes his way. He is a relentless player.. goes on playing until he drops off to sleep. Whenever I am at home he leaves his play and cuddles up to me... brushing up his face with my tummy... resting his head on my lap.. as if this closeness gives him all the bliss in the world.

He is a very good student.. responds to every lesson that he is taught... like a keyed doll.. whatever and whenever asked he comes out with the right answer.

Having him means having the whole world in my arms.

I know as the bird flies out of their nest, he will spare no time in carrying on with his life and career. I wish him all the best for a lovely life of his own desire. I will never hold him back or have any expectation that he will be always by my side to keep me company.... So I am storing away each and every moment that I spend with him in my memory with the motive that I will cherish them when I wont have Om with me to cherish his company.

Many parents want their child to pursue the career of the parents choice but to me Om is free to choose his own world. We have brought him to this world so we have every responsibility towards him. But authority over him is that much that he allows us.

Now when he cant have his own choice I am guiding him my own way but once he has gained his self balance he will be on his own. If he comes back to me like he does now when I get back from work I will consider myself fortunate enough to be a mother of a gem-eyed son.