I keep calling her my baby, my munchkin, my coochie coo and all the terms of endearment that mean 'cutesy baby'
She reminds me politely (most of the times) and generally with shrugged shoulders: I am not a baby anymore.
She thinks she is a Big Girl.
In all due honesty, with all her achievements in the past few months, she is a matured 5 year old. If I could say the two things in one line.
In the past few months, she has flown to and back from India ON HER OWN as an unaccompanied minor. She relaxed in her summer vacation of 6 weeks sans her parents in the amazing and nurturing company of her naana- naani. She has travelled through India meeting people, going to parties of my parents, playing with neighbors kids in the park, speaking in Hindi, learning Marwari, forming even more opinions and basically doing all this ON HER OWN.
And yes, I cannot say this enough 'I am proud of her'. The pilot on her return flight approached me in the arrivals lounge and said: "You have a wonderful daughter. She was so well behaved and fun to talk to. She had a good flight"
I was in tears- Happy Tears
She has been back a week and I still gush. I still go and give a peck on her cheek just because. I still manage to raise my voice on an unfinished glass of milk, to realize, gosh I missed this commotion. Her incessant 'Mummy why, mummy this, mummy that' feels like the new normal. And I say- Gosh, I missed this.
I could see coloring books and pens strewn around the house. I could see her stuffed animals left on our bed. I could see some hair-eating, I could see some tantrums. I could hear her non stop questions. I could hear the foot stomping when things are not going her way. I could see her being her!
But I dont.
I see a house lived in. I see a 5 year old who is wise beyond years but reminds me every other minute, I am still a five year old.
I see a family.
But yes, I could use 5 minutes of silence from 'Mummy why?'