“Dear Daddy, no matter where I go in life, you’ll always be my number one man.” – Unknown
My father aka Papa, always had a strong feeling that it would be me who would complete our family. After Mommy, he was the first one to see me. However, he was the first to hold me in his arms as Mommy was unconscious at that time. When he held me in his long arms he was in awe. Not that he had the same expression during Miss A’s time. He was waiting to tell about me to Miss A (who had gone to school). He kept saying that I looked like a fresh cotton ball.
In the initial weeks whenever I used to have colic or cried uncontrollably, Papa would just take me in his arms and hold me tight. He would rock me and request Alexa to play songs and lullabies. One song which was his favourite was Bekhayali (From Kabir Singh). Whenever he played this song, Mommy always asked him to switch it off. Strangely, enough I would stop crying and he would boast about it.
I often refer to Papa as Eiffel Tower. Wondering why! Well, he is very tall. Whenever he takes me in his arms, the view from there is extraordinary. I can see everything and everyone clearly. I feel I can touch the lights and fans. One day he made me touch the wind chimes which are tucked a little high up in the balcony, a beautiful sound was created and this fascinated me.
When Mommy is busy she leaves me with Papa. You won’t believe, what Papa did once! He made me behave like a puppet and with help from Miss A, he made a cute little video of our puppet show. Of course, the credit of the show goes to me. If I hadn’t been there, the show would never have become successful ;). Similarly, he has also made a dance show with me and Miss A.
I have often seen Miss A and Papa, play Monkey and Crocodile, where Papa is the crocodile and Miss A is the monkey. You see my Papa is very intelligent. Whenever he wants a nice back massage, he asks Miss A to play a monkey. This way she gets to play with him and he gets a good massage. Last week he was trying to train me as well. Phew!
Often at night, when I cry and Mommy is too tired that she does not wake up, then Papa gets up. He picks me up, soothes me and tries to burp me. Whenever he is successful in burping me he feels quite victorious.
Miss A adores him as when Mommy plays the bad cop, she goes to Papa, who plays the good cop. Miss A and Papa also have a lot in common like – eating and sleeping habits, music, dance and their unconditional love for me and Mommy. I often wonder when I grow up whose hereditary traits I will acquire!
That’s all from me today. See you again on Monday with a new story for Letter Q (a lot of thinking has to be done for this). Also, if you have not read my previous stories then please catch up on your reading.
Also Read: Theme Reveal, A – Arrival, B – Baby Cries, C – Colour, D – Diapers, E – Exercise, F – Fingers, G – Gym, H – Hair, I – Image, J – Juice, K – Kicking Around, L – Lullabies, M – Massage Time, N – Nani, O – Om and Other Mantras