Sunday, March 10, 2019

Waiting room chronicles

The most number of kisses happens probably nowhere else but at a school gathering which has run late. You see every third parent consoling their babies with kisses.

You see a random child (alone, her parents are outside the room) who was happily frolicking inside the classroom premises, who suddenly saw her father and started wailing LOUDLY. Looking at that, a few others have started crying. The dad scoops her into his arms, whilst the mother beside says she's staging it for YOU, dont encourage!

You see one smartie speculating and announcing the reason why the babies are crying (seems like they are crying as* they don't have color pencils) to her mom.

There's one child that's fighting with her mommy for like 20 minutes now, because someone else sat on her chair.

Tiny tiny tots with curly hair that hasn't seen a hair cut yet. Cute little thumbs, busy being sucked. Flowery clips, captioned tiny shirts, frilly shirts, caps, superhero prints and jeans of all kinds. Colour, vibes, incoherence, and baby talk.

Whilst my tiny is animatedly having a conversation with her friend, acknowledging the possibility our crying turn might happen in a while, preemptively I fuel up a tub of quartered grapes, hope until our cranky timer starts I can enjoy watching pampered little prince and princesses tired hungry busy excited; and realise there is nothing like babies - yours or other's even. 

Happiness is being mom. Tired exhausted hungry one that. #worldwithtinyfeet #kuttisandhoshams

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