Every morning the sunrays through my bedside window try to wake me up. My eyelids still folded and my heart yearning for bliss in the early hours of morning keep me tossing and turning. The moment of awe strikes when my guru jumps on the bed, rubs his tiny nose with mine and says mommy kiss. His first gentle kiss is my journey to a blessed day beginning with purity of thoughts, enshrined feelings and a mind empty of yesterday. My day starts with brushing my guru’s pearly whites. This is when he gives me a dazzling gaze. His look often astonishes me and I end up losing my concentration from an angular brushing. The moment I am done he gives me another kiss indeed his way to say thank you.
As the daylight brightens, I wake up my husband to offer him a hot cup of morning tea. My little guru carefully watches our emotions as if his nascent mind could read between the lines. His catapulting grins and giggles are our priceless morning amusement. The little guru and his charming kisses are invaluable lessons to appreciate the love that god bestows on us in the form of a family.
Bathing him is certainly fun. My little guru leaves no stone unturned to splash water all over just to get me worked up. The moment I try to raise my voice to make him aware of his actions, he says mommy kiss. This sweet gentle kiss tells me that controlling excitement and forgetting the tidbits of life enables us to enjoy little precious moments.
As the time to say the Morning Prayer approaches, the little guru comes running to the room hearing the tinkling sounds of the bell just to copy and fold his tiny hands in reverence. Here comes another kiss that says, ‘a family that prays together stays together’.
On Sundays the slightest chirping of birds in the garden is his peep into nature. He rushes to get hold of the birds. Sometimes even tries to feed them. As I watch him carefully trying to comprehend his feelings, he gives me yet another peck. This time it’s an encouragement that sharing is a unique way of giving back to nature.
The afternoon turns to a pleasant evening when my little guru wants me to accompany him to watch his favorite cartoon. In spite of some evening errands still to run, I gladly accept his request and here I get another kiss. This inspires me to enjoy the moment of now with him as it may never be same again.
As hours, minutes and seconds pass by and the dusk appears, my guru aware of my each move abandons his toys and sits right next to me just to hug and kiss. His sweet fondling is a lesson that joy and sorrow are an inevitable cycle just as day and night.
The night settles in and the lights shut off and I tuck my little guru to bed. As I express my gratitude for all his invaluable lessons, I kiss him goodnight. With eyes folded to a contended sleep, I see God right next to me in the soul of my toddler who has a heart without malice and a mind with no deceit. So I happily wait for the next morning to shine so that I can feel this bliss all over again.