When your 4-year-old wakes up early, to ensure you don’t forget her ‘huggy-kissy’… then screams ‘I love you so much’; and when you ask her to be quiet as the rest are asleep, she smiles: “But, this is love. Not tubbling (troubling).”
When your firstborn offers to put the little one to sleep, only because she can then cuddle up for some exclusive time with her amma, and not have to worry about the little pest.
When the 11-year-old cups your face and stares into your kajal-ed eyes and says: “You look so beautiful amma.”
When you wake up every single morning to a message from a special friend.
When an unplanned ice-cream outing earns you so many hugs and thank-yous, you can’t help but feel a little guilty.
When a friend calls and scolds you harshly for missing your mammo appointment, the concern and worry in her voice a warm hug that soothes the fear deep inside.
When you are never allowed to forget how you were at 18, because the madness from then still continues with the girls who can make you laugh with the most random of memories.
When the little one enfolds her akka (back from a weekend away) in a bear hug and slobbers her with kisses, and says: “I missed you so much akka. Don’t leave me again.” And in that moment, akka chooses to forget the routine torments inflicted on her, and assures her she won’t.
When you’re woken up gently, close to noon, on a Friday morning… tiny lips on your cheeks, another pair of hands hugging you, and a grinning-unshaved-face staring at you, calling you to have the omelette he has made.
When a stubbly cheek is offered to three girls in a line, and then in turn presses his lips on the little, not-so-little, and big faces before setting off for his work day, as we wind up ours.
… the little things.