Remember the house you grew up in? The dollhouse you left behind? The diner where you and your friends spent many nights dreaming of the future? These are Memories of a Lifetime. My Blog is like my journal which helps me discover, create, and chronicle their family histories, reawaken memories long dormant, and remember important family stories to be shared for generations. Life is not a small journey, but every little turn has some wriggly moments, some noisy ones, but each and every one of them is a part of a joyride.
I am transported back in time when my little one was just 5 and a half months. He had just started rolling and much to my disdain, he was rolling off my bed and falling. I was trying everything possible under the sun to keep him from falling off while searching for bed rails. I tried putting him in the centre of the bed, tried putting pillows all around him, but nothing seem to work. He would roll all the way from centre of the bed, over the pillows and bam!! There is nothing that can squeeze a mother’s heart more than to see her baby wailing. But either the bed rail was too expensive or not of a good quality or there was only a pack of one available. So while I was doing the market survey and checking with friends, two weeks passed.
One day I witnessed a very interesting sight. Survival instinct! We have all read and heard about it, but that day I saw it. My little one was sitting on his knee at the edge of my bed. Basically, he had rolled from the centre to the edge of the bed, on reaching there, he had promptly planted his knees on the ledge. The next step was even more genius. Slowly holding onto the mattress he had planted his feet one by one on the floor. Now he was actually standing holding onto the bed. I was shocked, amazed and relieved! Our eyes met at that moment and he was now beaming end to end. I smiled back encouragingly, my son, had found a way to protect himself from falling off the bed. And at a tender age of 5 1/2 months he was holding and standing when he had not ever attempted crawling. In the next few days once he had mastered this skill, he was holding and walking too.
That’s another story that after a few weeks, he went back to crawling and then learned to walk all over again. But that moment, when I saw my little baby take charge and get creative, I was such a proud a mother. It’s a memory ingrained in my mind and I am glad I got to share it with you on my blog, thus documenting it forever. If you have any such beautiful memory to share of the first moments of when your baby first smiled, took his/her first steps or said his first words do share, we always love to hear from you. Even if you don’t want to share, do pen them down somewhere before you forget, as these memories will last forever.
Signing Off,
