The old days

The other day, Khuhsi went to sleep unusually early.

Before Khushi was born, the three of us, used to sleep in our bed . Ansh used to always be in the middle hugging either one of us as he slept.Now we have had to do several temporary arrangements in our bedroom after the arrival of Khushi. So we have a temporary bedding on the floor where Abhi sleep. Ansh & myself sleep on our bed & Khushi sleeps in her cot. In the very early morning, Khushi is shifted to our bed for his first feed of the day & then she stays on in the bed. Ansh is put to bed early coz of his school in the morning. Khushi takes her own sweet time in sleeping.

Now, as I said, the other day Khushi slept early & so both myself & Abhi were in the bed with Ansh, putting him to sleep. Suddenly my son said, "How nice it is, just like old days". I took a few moments to absorb his words & then I could feel tears sting my eyes.

My son , not for once, showed us that he misses those days.....days when we were just a family of three. He insists that he loves Khushi more than us coz he asked God for a baby sister. He says he'll never scold her even if she breaks his toys when she grows up....but somewhere, deep down, he misses the old times. You are one brave boy my love. So grown up & matured. You know what to say to not hurt others.

I love u so much.