“The more you know, the more you know you don’t know.” – Aristotle
Recently, I have developed a new love. It is admiring myself in the mirror (as told by Miss A). First time I saw a mirror was when mommy was trying to burp me. She stopped by to admire herself in the mirror, I saw a very smart cute little baby on her shoulder. At first, I was dazed and also felt jealous to see that cute babe in my Mommy’s arms, but when I smiled, the image smiled back at me!
I think I like the image, but I don’t like it’s idea of sticking with Mommy. I’m trying my best to convey that Mommy is mine and only mine … Okay even Miss A’s.
One day mommy was feeding me. Again the image appeared from somewhere. I thought that it’s going to drink the milk at this time meant exclusively for me. Before the image could attack, I quickly started drinking milk.
When I am in my father’s arms, I love to see the images from there. The view from there is equivalent to that of the Eiffel Tower (as he is very tall). From that height, I love the baby in the mirror as it seems to be in a good mood as well. Miss A also loved the view from Papa’s arms. She tells me that he used to do the same with her.
When I giggle at the image it giggles back. I babble and it babbles back. However, I become very angry and cranky with the image when I am sleepy and tired. The funny thing is that even in this state it tries to copy me. It literally acts like me. This further annoys me and Mommy or Papa have to take serious steps to calm me down 😉
One day Miss A asked Mommy why I behave so weirdly in front of the mirror. I heard Mommy tell her that mirrors act as good toys for babies. They help to foster our vision, hand-eye coordination, motor skills, attention span, emotional skills and a sense of self. My God! such difficult words and wondered whether I really needed a mirror as a friend. Maybe in another 4-5 months I may become friendly with the image 🙂
As for now, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, am I not the cutest of them all?”