Sharply Thoughtful

I know I know, I said blogging will be sporadic and it turned out to be non existent. Well that's what India vacation is all about, it is not supposed to have days with schedules and routines!! But we are back and so is blogging. My birthday came during our vacation in India and it was a day full of fun and cheers and the night ended with the whole family singing Happy Birthday tunes. There were many highlights of the day but the one that went straight to the heart and etched itself there, was from one and only, Saumya. She was at my brother's place, enjoying with her cousins, till a day before my birthday. I picked her up on my birthday eve so we  are together on birthday morning. She was a bit reluctant to come with me, well its always hard to part when you are having too much fun, or so I thought. On the birthday morning I got a handmade card from her, which she secretly made, I don't know when.

I kept on going ga- ga over this fact that how my 5 year old made a card for me, without me ever knowing about it. Nothing could top it off for the day!
And then around 6 pm, I got a call from my brother and he wanted to speak with Saumya.So I give her the phone but she isn't talking. I ask her why and she says "Mamma can you please go away to another room so I can take this call"
I almost fell off the chair!! But I politely obliged thinking she is just trying to be like me. But this phone calls goes on for whole 10 minutes, well what are these guys talking about and this chatterbox who, for the love of god, cannot talk softly on phone, is almost whispering. So any call, at around 8 pm, my mom and brothers and their families come over to celebrate with us. And instead of greeting me, they find Saumya and after hush hush tones and awkward movements, my 5 year old comes to me with a twinkle in her eyes, the prettiest little smile on her face and a little gift pack in her hands and says "Happy Birthday Mamma, this is for you, from me" I was still trying to take it all in and she said "Open it, open it now!" And so I open it and I find a "vegetable peeling knife" and I am trying to find a reason for that choice, the little voice chirps "Mamma, remember you and me went to TJ Maxx and there was a pretty peeling knife and I asked you to please buy it, though you said it doesn't look safe, I still requested you to buy it because it was so pretty and you did. Do you remember mamma?"
"Unhun, I do remember but......
"Yes, but when you used it, you cut your finger, it injured you and you had to throw it. So that is why I wanted to give you a peeling knife that is safe for you. Happy Birthday Mamma"
Deeply immersed in emotions, my heart almost sank with the thought that this tiny little person  held herself responsible for that little scrape on my finger because she asked me to buy that peeler.
This little soul, requested my brother to buy a peeler when he goes out shopping, so she can gift it to me. I think I need to check the year she was born , yet one more time.
Until today, I have not started using it, I just want to keep it forever and ever. It's the sharpest gift I ever got :-)