Superhero

13 Sep

Imagine a new born baby. With a face as big as your fist, apprehensive eyes exploring the wondrous expanse of view, it mews softly as we pull and pinch its cheeks and nose.

Now imagine a toddler. Trying to stand up again and again on crooked and shaky legs, it falls down every time it almost reaches the dead bug it had been eyeing for so long. You shriek in disgust and pull her away, with a disapproving look or an occasional reprimand. The child looks on at you with an innocent face that immediately melts your heart.

You see the child everyday, while feeding them, bathing them, changing their diapers, handing them things that are painfully out of their reach. As you stand towering above them, knowing that you are indispensable to their survival, it almost makes you feel like their saviour, doesn’t it? You smile smugly at their helplessness and futile attempts to do simple things like grasping a ball. You feel like their superhero.

Right?

Wrong.

I realized how wrong we are when I met my superhero. My tiny newborn niece. The moment I saw her fresh out of the operation theater, visibly annoyed at being disturbed from her slumber and taken out of her cocoon, it immediately made me want to become a better person. As waves of giddiness washed over me, I resolved to become someone she could be proud of. A 21 year old adult striving for the recognition and approval from a 10 minute old baby.

With their Id ruling over their psyche, infants have utter disregard for your hunger, sleep, emotional state, deadlines etc. When they beckon you with mischievous eyes for a game of peekaboo, even when every bone in your body is screaming for rest, you still go ahead and hide behind the door. You jump out every few seconds, and each successive delirious laugh of theirs drives out all the fatigue out of your body better than any spa in the world.

Many a times have I held my niece and comforted her every time she got startled by a shout or a sneeze, but I wonder if it could ever match up to the comfort she provided me when I held her with tears streaming down my cheeks, while she continued to pull my hair, oblivious to the situation.

It makes me wonder, why is their gibberish babble more soothing than any wise words? Why are their kicks and scratches more reassuring than any warm caress? And why, the 3 second hug that you force on them, while they struggles to escape from your embrace (read: clutches), gives you more strength than a 1 minute hug from someone intending to comfort?

Maybe it is the way they look at you, with unconditional love, whether you shout at them or smother them with kisses. Maybe it is the way they keep coming back to climb up on you, with unconditional love, no matter how many times you push them away. Or maybe it is the way they smile at you, with unconditional love, lost to the notion that you are complaining about them at that very moment.

Yes, maybe it is just that.

Unconditional love.

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One Response to “Superhero”

  1. Nicholas November 14, 2013 at 1:22 pm #

    i still say the term “id” is not commonly known ! 😛
    and wait till the kid grows up ! ;D

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