Daddy playing Mommy

All Moms sleep with their senses wide awake (referring to the six sense organs). Even when we are sleeping, we can count the number of whistles swooshing out of the pressure cooker. We can smell the gas leaking. We can feel the temperature dropping or rising and we can even dictate coherent instructions to close doors, switch off lights or keep the volume low, while we are deep asleep. God knows, if we did not learn this hack, we would not manage to get any sleep at all. Needless to say, our better halves did not need this skill so their senses happily retire to bed along with their body.

It has been my morning routine to wake up Yog and send him to school for all the years he has gone to school. We are well tuned to each others routine and even though we have our morning struggles, these struggles are also as rhythmic as the seasons of the year.

Last week, I signed up for an early morning Yoga class for 4 days. This meant that I woke up Yog and then left for my class leaving him to attend to his morning chores by himself. Pavan, like a good father tried to play Mommy on these mornings. He just didn’t realize he did not have the evolved senses that a Mommy needs to have.

One morning, I woke up Yog for school and left for my class. Pavan was sleeping soundly at that time. Suddenly, in the middle of his deep sleep he could hear a child crying loudly. The sounds were muffled as if coming from somewhere far away. He woke up with a start. It took his mind a few seconds to process the situation. He then rushed out of our bedroom searching for Yog. Yog was not in his room or living room or any of the bathrooms outside. The muffled crying sound continued to  in the house.  Pavan panicked further and rushed to follow the sound of the crying. It lead him back to our bedroom and towards our bathroom. The water was running and the cries ringing loudly inside. He paused outside our bathroom door trying to decipher the mysterious notes. Few sleepy seconds later he realized that Yog was singing to himself loudly while taking his shower in our bathroom.

Imagine the emotions which must have swept over Pavan at this time. He was so shocked and relived that he imprinted this moment in his memory and for the rest of the day went about narrating the incident to whoever had the time to listen morning stories of a Dad.  Of course, everyone at his office had a good laugh about it! How do I know about this story? Because, Pavan narrated it to me, in these exact words, late in the night after he was back from office. I could see pride, love and relief dripping from his words as he recounted the story for the nth time for me.

When Daddy holds the story so dear, it is only apt for Mommy to pen it down so it goes down our memory lane together.

Oh! One more detail before I forget! All the days  when I was not there, Yog offered to make coffee for Papa before he left for school. Daddy playing Mommy for Yog and Yog playing Mommy for Daddy!

I am blessed!

Cheers to the two wholesome boys in my life. May you continue to watch out for each other long after you need each others support!