Since recently my daughter has started eating by herself. This triggered a real explosion of different emotions in me. Pride. Endless joy on the newly acquired 30 minutes of spare time during each feeding. Admiration from the precise motor culture of the miniature fingers. Thrill from the collision with reality after which follow 45 minutes of cleaning the carpet, the feeding chair, the table, the curtains, the nearby sofa, the clothing of the golden-hair cutie, her hair and me myself.
The colorful variety on the otherwise beige carpet distinctly reminds of the Indian holiday of lights and colors Diwali after each feeding. On the floor gravitate unpretentiously discarded olives, potatoes, croissant crumbs, noodles and blueberries hidden behind the new leather couch. Today I thanked multiple times Mary from Guadalupe, Krishna, Ra and Buddha that subject to all this wealth of food reserves on the floor we still do not have unwanted habitat. I mostly thanked Buddha for the patience I got during the past 45 minutes of vivid cleaning, scrubbing and any other kind of polishing the floor.
Otherwise I am very proud of M feeding herself!
XXX
The Mermaid
