Little Arms, Infinite Love!!!!!

 After a long day of adventures—annoying Amma at the kitchen counter, keeping Appa company on a long walk amidst the Nilgiri trees—he finally gives in to sleep. His tiny body rests against Appa’s shoulder, the weight of his love pressing gently as Appa slowly transfers him to me before his office call.

I cradle him to bed, thinking he’ll stay put, but even in his deepest sleep, he pulls me close—his little hands searching, holding, never letting go. Even in his deep sleep, he extends his arms, wrapping me into him, our cheeks pressed together, his breath warm and soft against my skin. And every time I try to pull away, even the tiniest bit, he instinctively pulls me right back.

And in that very moment, everything that bothers me feels like one insignificant speck—completely irrelevant—because here I am, wrapped in the sweetest drug, this little human who makes me feel utterly high on love. Nothing else matters. Everything else fades. I just get totally transcended by him.

The silence, his warmth, the way he melts every thought away into bliss. The only sound is the soft tick-tick of the clock, whispering that tomorrow will come too soon. But I console myself—Saturday will be here soon, with its slow, endless mornings that are only ours.

Oh, how I wish time would pause, just for a little while!

And then there’s that final, heart-stopping moment—when he somehow manages to make space for both of us, one arm around Appa, one around Amma, our cheeks pressed against his.

How do these little humans do this? How do they make us feel so high on love?

Angels. Magicians. Tiny, miraculous beings.

The next day, I tell his nanny about our night, and she chuckles knowingly. "Ah, actually, by pretending to sleep on his arms but really just floating your head, you end up with a sprain—because he takes his own sweet time to fall asleep sometimes!" she says with a smile.

And in that moment, I feel it—how deeply she understands, how well she resonates with these fine little details.

Of course, she does. Isn’t she too a mother?