Sunday morning I woke up with a bad migraine. I was feeling very nauseated besides the killing headache. As I was standing by the basin throwing up, Betu immediately came running and started to gently rub my back. Just the way I do for him.
I can't describe how or what I felt at that moment. Words can never be enough for this wonderful, sweet gesture of his. The concern on his face was writ large.
And it did not end there. When I lied down he came and pressed my forehead with his soft supple hands. And then suddenly he said "Main abhi aata hoon" and ran off. Few seconds later he came with his wet hands and put them over my eyes. I was surprised and thought "How does he know I like that?". And then I remembered how he had asked me once long ago, when I was pressing a glass of cold water against my eyes in the summers, as to why I was doing so. It had been more than 3 months but he remembered!
And then I worry if this little compassionate child will be able to survive this self-centered, ruthless, uncaring world. Will there be people who will appreciate him for being so compassionate or will he be called a fool? Will he stay this way or will he change along as he grows and faces the harsh realities of the world and the people? I wonder...
I may not know about the future but what I certainly know is that I couldn't be thankful enough to God for giving me such an adorable, loving and a wonderful child. Betu, Mumma loves you from the deepest deeps of my heart!
~~ Keep Smiling! ~~
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