From the moment the baby is born, the burning question on everyone’s lips seems to be who he looks like. The father’s side loves to claim ownership of every twitch, every smile, every nuance whereas the mother’s side looks for personality traits which are reminiscent of their genes. The subtle battle continues, fuelled by all the randoms who arrive to offer their opinions. “Naak bilkul apnee mama ki hai Naddu ki…” or “He is a carbon copy of his father…” or “Chota k lagta hai”.
N has changed so much in the last two months. There are days when I see so much of me and my sisters, my father shadowed in his face, his expressions that I am spooked by the whole idea of this little part of me. And then suddenly he will do something, a gummy nutty smile, a belly laugh or a look or a frown that will be k to the hilt. It’s amazing to see him day to day – a perfect mix of the two of us, looks wise and moods wise, and enthralling to imagine that one day, he, too will make his own choices, independent of ours, in some ways similar because of who we are and in others ways completely his own, because of who he will one day become inshallah.