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First Trip to Naani House

Y's naanu-naani stay approximately 500 kms away from us. Due to corona chaos, Y met them last when he was 8 months old. Now when corona started to fade a little bit, we decided to visit his other set of grandparents for the first time after his birth. We decided to take a long road trip since taking public transport still did not seem safe. The trip started at 9 in the morning, Y had just woken up but was thrilled to be put in the moving-car right away. He happily sat on his car seat and started glaring out of window. He was very calm and supportive for the first half of journey. Then, we took a halt and got down to have tea. Once taken out, he hated being back in the moving car. He started throwing fits and banging car door, the act lasted for 15-20 mins and ended with him asleep. The second half of trip after he woke up was rough. He was tired and cranky and just wanted to get out of the damn car. Anyhow, we reached at our destination by 5 in the evening.

Now, Y refused to get in the house. The house seemed unknown to him and unknown houses are known to have doctors in them (per his baby brain's past experiences). Another tantrum-fit-cries-and then he entered the house but refused to meet anyone. He was overwhelmed. We did let him take his time. He opened up a little with his naani by night after being offered with a bat and ball. 

Next day, S was supposed to come back leaving us behind. Y sensed that something is wrong when he saw papa all ready and mama in her night suit. He started crying non-stop and kept running between mama and papa. He cried and cried when he saw S leaving but the crying lasted only for a couple of minutes because bat-ball.

With time, Y mixed up with his naanu naani but for a day or two he kept saying papa-papa. During video calls with S, he kept showering S with flying kisses and virtual hugs. My heart melted to see how much love this little one have for his daddy. Those 15 days flied and Y met his papa again. His face lit up to see S again, he ran and hugged him tightly (must have been asking him to never leave again). 

The trip back to daadu house was no-different: starting point-good-filled with tantrums-tired-unhappy-destination. But who talks about the trip back home. 

Overall, we had an amazing time with naanu-naani and we got to know that:
Every unknown house is not to be scared of. Sometimes it's filled with the most loving people and it becomes our favorite place for vacations. Also, papa always come back to take us home.

Bonus: a picture with naani. 

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Dimpy Sinhs said…
Wow. Nicely narrated!!
25 February 2021 at 07:26
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