“Go on! Go back and grow up. But I’m warning you, once you’re grown up, you can never come back. Never!”
Famous words from Peter Pan the boy who never grows up.
It is paradoxical right? After all those years of waiting for my boys to grow up quickly when they were young, now I wish they hadn’t grown up at all, like Peter Pan.
We’ve reached episode 4 of my Twintalising Tales, fun tales which trace the growing up days of my two boys.
It’s a well-known fact that babies grow while sleeping. You know it and I know it, but my babies didn’t know it and therefore we had major sleep issues, with one of them and me awake at any given time. It was as if they had decided right in the womb that their mother was dangerous; so they had signed a pact that they would take turns to stay awake and alert to keep an eye on me.
There I would be rocking or patting them to sleep until my hands felt as if they didn’t belong to me anymore. Their eyes would begin to close and gradually they would start falling asleep. I would turn into one of Madam Tussaud’s wax statues and even stop breathing in case it disturbed them. After a few minutes their faces would take on the peaceful innocent look only sleeping babies can have and I would tiptoe to the door. At the door, I would turn back for one fond look at my sleeping beauties and hey presto … what do I see? One little chap is sitting up, wide awake and with a surprised look on his face, as if to say, “Hey, get back here woman and try again!”
Before he can say those words out loud and wake the other chap, I whizz around, rush back, scoop him up and rush out of the room all in one breath. Some excellent running between the wickets.
Then they reached the crawling stage … they crawled all around the house and under the bed. They zipped in and out between the furniture and even crawled up the stairs to the first floor. One day, I returned from a quick bath to a silent house. That much peace and quiet was very rare since the time they were born and I decided to enjoy it, by simply stretching out my feet and doing nothing. An ideal scenario I thought, the babies asleep on the bed and me on the sofa with my feet up. It was too good to be true and of course it wasn’t. True I mean. Very soon a mother’s instinct kicked in and I decided to check in on them. The bed was empty except for the pillows and cushions piled up around their sleep area like sand bags against a canal. The little fellows had wriggled through a gap, clambered off the bed and crawled … God knows where!
A search party was hastily assembled, consisting of me and my mom and frantic investigations revealed both babies had managed to get on all fours through the living room, out through the back door and were sitting in the back yard, eating mud. Yes, you heard right. Both were clutching fistfuls of red mud, entangled with leaves and twigs in their little chubby hands and were busy stuffing it all into their mouths as if they hadn’t eaten for some days. And they looked like they were enjoying it too, more than the healthy meal I would struggle to put together with lentils and pureed vegetables and the works.
Moral of the story – even babies prefer eating out to their mother’s cooking!
On this eye-opening note, I shall leave you for now with the hope that you’re enjoying the candid revelations of a mother. Stay tuned for the next episode the 5th, on my series Twin’talising Tales. You can listen to them on my podcast Bits and Pieces with Radhika too.