Ever since Pari started moving around, getting her to do things the way I like need a lot of effort, patience and time. Tasks as simple as changing diapers can take me good fifteen minutes with her trying to
run crawl away every few seconds.
The one task we (Pari and myself) spend a lot of time on is bathing and dressing her up. I’d be delighted if she’d enjoy dressing up or letting me allow the moisturizer, oil etc. generously with all my love. But the reality is quite the opposite.
The minute her splashing-in-the-bath-tub-till-she-is-tired session gets over, she just wants to go off to sleep or indulge in anything other than dressing up. Within moments you can hear her crying and yelling in an attempt to run away from me and engage in something more interesting to her than getting her hair combed or slipping into a pretty dress.
On a daily basis, we spend almost an hours’ time in the whole ritual of getting her to have a bath and get ready, leaving me all exhausted. While chasing her to dress her up I wish, ‘atleast one day Pari can decide to get ready without fuss with me combing her hair the way I want with motherly joy and peace.’
Today was one of those days when after initial resistance and chewing on her dress, Pari decided to relax in my lap and let me do all I wanted with no resistance at all. At first I thought it’s the quiet before the daily chaos, so I continued applying the moisturizer at my usual rocket speed. It wasn’t long before I realized she was in mood to let me have a break from routine.
I was overjoyed at my wish being granted, but that joy lasted only a few seconds for soon I started missing the energy that I spent chasing her crawling after her to get her put on clothes. I didn’t enjoy combing her silky hair without her shaking her head and twisting and turning her neck atleast twenty times.
No crying over anything, letting me button up her clothes without any fuss, no pulling my hair, no scratching and pinching me left me craving for the daily action.
I knew I am growing paranoid, but at this alarming rate was something I learnt just today. If it isn’t about losing my sanity, then it surely has to do with my addiction to burning lot of calories chasing my daughter on all fours and running after her from all corners of the house trying to stop her from eating everything she can get hold off.
Though I can’t complain, for the calories that were left un-burnt during the after-bath dress up this morning were lost chasing her all afternoon as she enjoyed crawling and climbing new objects all day long refusing to sleep even a nano-second this afternoon.
The song on my mind: Acha ji main hari chalo man jao na ~Kala Pani