Yesterday, I wanted to go to attend a meeting/seminar in the city, and so decided to drop the BB off at the care centre in the morning, instead of his usual post-lunch timing. With the passing days, he has just become more comfortable going there, and yesterday for once he did not cling to me, even when I said bye and gave him a kiss. I turned to leave, and headed for the door, while the carer, told all the kids to put on their hats, and get ready to go out into the play area. The BB's room had a door opening to the play area at one end, and towards the exit at the other. Like all the other kids, the BB absolutely loves being in the outdoor play area, which has the bikes, the sand pit and more. And hence I was sure, he would run to the door, just like all the other kids had, and were huddling around waiting for the door to open. Instead he turned and began his journey towards the exit door, and I worried, he was going to be clingy for a bit. What did I know?
There was this one little boy, who could not find his hat. he was holding his bag with one hand and groping in it with the other, to find his hat. The BB, just came upto him, and started pulling him. He had no idea, what the other kid was doing, and the other kid did not really get why the BB was pulling him either. But I knew, the moment I saw it happen. The BB would not leave this one behind and head out to the play area, he thought that the other kid possibly did not know, and came to take him along. He does it at home too, he refuses to step out, till both the GP and I, or more people if present, are all ready to go out, and this no matter how much he himself wants to be out. I lingered at the door for a bit, to see what happens. The boy would pull away his hand, and get back to digging into his bag, and the BB would keep tugging at his arm, to take him along. And it lasted for the good two minutes, till I left, and possibly even after. My BB was ready for forgo his play area fun to ensure that the other child did not get left behind. What a moment of pure motherly pride it was for me.
I cannot express in words, the joy and peace I felt. And for once I realised, that in my mind, my own accomplishments, and deeds pale so miserably, in comparison to the littlest nice things the BB does. I do not need my son to be an academic genius, or a rich business tycoon, the only thing I want him to be, or rather hope he turns out to be, is a good human being, and nothing more, possibly also the one thing that is completely for him to develop into. And if I can see small bursts of that happening, the sheer joy I experience is boundless and more immense than anything I have ever felt before. I called up everyone I could, to share the tale, and told all his grandparents too, and their gloating and glee was way more than my own. I went about the rest of my day with the widest grin on my face, and knew that somewhere, I was doing something right in bringing up my son! Love you my little darling.