I think the best thing about parenting is how simply it makes you a child all over again.
No, I’m not talking about how childishly we create chocolate moustache on each other while baking brownies. Neither am I talking about the sillyness while painting our hands orange to make marks all over my college binder, nor am I talking about rolling down the slope in our backyard with this sense of carefree-ness.
What I’m talking about is the mental aspect. The part where you tell your child ‘You’re so cute, I wanna eat you!’ and his innocent concern is: ‘but then mein finish ho jaoon ga’. (but then i’d be finished)
Or when you’re sitting in the car and Eesa yells out ‘Baba go faster, the moon is catching us!!’.
Because those statements give you a sudden deja-vu, of a time when you were a child and you asked your dad the exact same question. And in that moment, when your baby repeats the exact same thing, you know exactly what is going on in your child’s mind because your mind has travelled off to that same space some twenty or so odd years ago.