LOVE, Kloudiia

I was watching TV when my mobile rang. I checked the screen–a China number–and knew instantly who were at the other end.

‘Godma!’ Issac’s high-pitched childish voice screamed over the line.

That’s one of my lovely godsons–the elder one–rambling on about what he was doing at home, and wishing me Merry Christmas. At three-plus years old, he’s already yakking on and on about anything and everything under his roof, before his eyes, in his world.

Once in a while, we would have a call like this, and a typical conversation that consists of me understanding about 70-80% of what Issac is doing his best to communicate to me. Well, given that he’s so into multi-tasking–playing with toys, eating chocolate, running and monkeying around, at times “fighting” with his younger brother–I believe that he is doing his best to communicate while juggling all the other extra-curricula activities.

Coming to two years old, Jed is already beginning to babble too. And he is able to count! His dad said “One”, he chimed in “Two”, his dad continued with “Three” and he wrapped it up with “Four”.  To think that when I last saw him, he was struggling to balance on his baby feet and striking out his first steps in this world!

Always happy to hear from them, always amazed at how fast and much they are growing day by day. But something about that call that day made it all the more special, and which prompted me to blog about them.

After we hung up, my phone rang again in a span of less than two minutes. Perplexed, I answered and Kelvin, Issac’s father explained, ‘Issac didn’t get to finish what he wanted to say to you and we hung up. He’s crying! So had to call you back.’

Oh my! I was so, so pleasantly surprised to hear that! When I heard Issac’s slightly sobbing voice again over the phone, my heart swelled with so much happiness. Those who interact with little children, or have some of their own, would know how “forgetful” kids at that age are. One day they would be hugging and kissing you, but give them a period of absence, say a week, and they’ll stare at you like you’re a newly moved-in neighbour and not their parents. Certainly not their favourite toy either.

So, imagine how I felt when, across oceans and masses of land, my godson is crying because he hasn’t finished what he wanted to say to me.

Little ripples of joy danced in my heart, causing big waves of happiness that flooded my entire being.

My two darlings, Godma and Godpa love you! Muackz!