jayanth's poetic statements

we come home from a long, tiring trip back from columbus, ohio. we get home and he's sitting on he carpet, kneeling. i flop down on his little lap and say, "would you comb my hair? i am so tired." he's never enthusiastic about this, but today he somehow thinks it s a good idea. so he starts playing with my hair, messing it up, but its sweet. i enjoy my little boy fussing over me. then he offers to 'rub my back;' because he knows i have back trouble. so he makes me stretch out and proceeds to 'massage' me! i am a little embarrassed; i ask myself if its ok to make a little kid massage me, but when i look at his eager face i know he really wants to help me. "why do you massage me?" i ask him and he says, "because my hands are soft. so they can help you by rubbing out your lines. see, feel my hands, are'nt they soft" and he puts his palm on my cheek. and when he's done, he tells me, "amma, when i massaged you i was sending you my feelings." he adds, after a little thought, " we exchanged our feelings, you sent me yours and i sent you mine. and i take your feelings and make them new and give them back to you. i make them golden, umm, with a little silver mixed in, and give them to you."

what could i say? "you're my little darling," to which he replies, "you're my big darling". when he's full of love, hes a butter-ball, constantly melting. i made a mental note, to remember his little offering of love, of making my feelings golden the next time i am fuming and exhausted. for example when he decides that i am the root and the reason for all his problems--thats when i am usually about to lose it. but let me not sully this moment.

and nirali--shes a madcap! she runs into the playroom where the birdie-dance in playing on the music system, turns up the volume and waves her arms above her head...its her way of dancing! jayanth and i are in splits watching her. she just wont stop!!