on 4th birthday of Soham

Happy birthday Dear Soham. You turned 4 today. When I found you in my arms soon after your birth, I felt I would know how to be  a good mother for you. I was thinking this because I was already a mother you see: of your brother. I thought this experience would be more than enough. But in no time you let me know that you will be different. I will have to acquire different sets of skills of mothering. 

Like your brother, you have your own individual self.  When I thought mothering was something that can be taken easy and relaxing manner owing to your brother's patient nature. God probably thought, "just wait, whom I will send to you next". With you mothering was never easy going leisurely activity. Mothering you was a whirlwind experience since early on.  Even when you were less than six months old, you were reckless little soul. You rocked the cradle so hard that it nearly toppled down. You cooed in top of your voice and people in neighbourhood asked what the racket was going on in our house. 

Soon after you started to crawl, we all at household needed to keep our ears and eyes active all the time to see which wall you have banged yourself to. Sometimes, you act like a gobble of thin air, you are here once and next you are somewhere else. I had to sharpen my instincts. I had to be creative as you need new story everyday. I had to learn to be better cook because you are so fussy eater at times. 

But all in all, you are a son whom I have always cherished. A little naughty boy who makes his mother go after him all the time. 

You have just learned to write ABC this year. It will take a while for you to read this. But someday, may be you feel like knowing what were you like in childhood. Perhaps, someday you will ask me yourself. Then, I would say, " Soham, why don't you read Aama's blog". Hope you will be able to read this soon. 

Happy birthday dear Chora. Your hajurbuwa, hajurama, Buwa and Dada are blessed to have you with us. You make us feel alive. May you always remain like this. Just may be you could run little slower, you would not pour so much water in the kitchen, you would not paint all over the walls with crayons, you wouldn't smack your brother so hard, you wouldn't ask Ama with a sweet voice that won't allow me to deny anything you would ask for. Otherwise, you are just just a great boy. Love you

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