I was dropping Ri to school in a cycle rickshaw the other day and then – this conversation:
Ri: Mama, will you stay in my house.
Mama: Which house, Ri?
Ri: When I grow big and then when you grow small and I have a house, will you stay in my house?
Mama: Yes, I will stay in your house.
Ri: I will love you loads when you stay in my house.
Melts my heart.
When I heard the news of my aunt passing away, I started crying in the bedroom and that is when Ri walked in. He stared at me for a while and then – this conversation:
Ri: Mama, are you crying?
I nodded my head.
Ri: Mama, why are you crying?
Mama: I am crying because I am sad about something.
Ri: (wiping my tears with his little hands, and holding my hand) Mama, cholo, let’s play with my train set. You will feel fine then.
Melts my heart
You are four years today, little one. You are really small and yet you can comfort me like no one can with conversations as these.
Yes, playing with the train set did make me feel better.
Yes, I really want you to grow big and have a lovely house of your own.
And no, I will not stay with you in that house because when you move out to your own house, I plan to turn your room into a sewing studio for myself. :| :D
Love you a lot and love you forever, baby. A very happy birthday to you. Just stay happy. Always.