Life with a child is an everlasting gobstopper.
Gobstopper is a kind of lolly pop consisting of many layers . A different flavor hits you with every layer. And the gobstoppers last a long while compared to the average lolly pop. That’s why they are called everlasting Gobstoppers !
That’s how life is with a child .Every moment is a discovery. And every discovery is a joy. I love that moment when A’s eyes shine with the excitement of spotting something new . Excitement at seeing the white and brown mushrooms that popped out in the gardens after the rains . Excitement at seeing an escargatoire of snails. Excitement at seeing the flowers of bougainvillea in a motley of colors ; Pink , White , Yellow , Red , Purple ..Excitement at seeing the bright yellow festoons of the amaltas .Excitement at seeing water spout out of a fountain .Excitement at seeing a bird egg fallen out of its nest .Excitement at jumping into a puddle of rain water . Excitement (and fear) at stepping into a pond with the tiny fish swimming right upto his toes. Excitement at spotting a caterpillar on a half-eaten leaf . Excitement at spotting a moth and mistaking it for a butterfly .Excitement at spotting a milkweed-filament lazily floating away (called “Appupanthadi” in Malayalam). I revel in these moments of new discoveries with A.
I don’t remember the last time I was carefree enough to roll up my jeans and jump into a puddle of water but I do remember laughing away with gay abandon when A did !
Every day in the morning , while we wait for the bus to come and my son goes foraging for new mushrooms that would have sprouted , or pull down a rain-drenched low-hanging bough with his tiny arms , I find myself wishing for the moment to last a little longer . Wishing for time to slow down a little . For the joy of discoveries to last a little longer .
Every day I try to find new things to point out to him. A solitary sun-bird , the pristine white frangipani , a hurrying centipede , a colony of ants from an ant-hill , a hollow in the bark of a tree , a fallen bird nest ..These moments with him are moments of discoveries for me too. Who would have thought that there could be such sublime joy in rediscovering?