Sometimes There is Rain

My child taught me about finding joy in a moment.

The kiddo mesmerized by a silent river.

The little one sat in the balcony.

‘Pour water on me. I’m waiting,’ and he sat hiding his head between his hands.

A lovely sunny day gave the eight year old the sudden idea of getting wet in the balcony. It was an impulsive thought and he just played along with his impulses. He wanted to get wet in his track pants and tee. The idea spurred my parental instincts for a brief second, but I agreed. Since swimming is a thing of the past (merci Covid), for him, this was the closest to having some fun.

First, I sprinkled some water on him. He chuckled. Another round of it. He laughed heartily. I noticed how his nose crinkles when he laughs hysterically. I wanted to see that; the crinkled nose. I made him laugh again. I took a glass and poured water on him. He lowered his head and waited for tiny streams of water to fall on his legs. A laugh again. This time, I couldn’t see his face.

‘Pour again,’ he said while I waited another bout of hysteric laughter. I poured. He laughed. I laughed.

‘Mama, it’s like rain. Make it rain on me. I’ll catch the drops,’ he said.

He caught the next flow of water dripping from his head into his tiny cupped hands. He stared at the tiny pool…