Thank heaven for little girls
It's only in the last three years that we became closer. Perhaps it was Rishan being away in Vienna or me spending more time at my sister's each weekend, but I now very much enjoy this little cheeky chops who hangs out with me more. She speaks her mind, has firm opinions about everything from dessert to fashion to art; is good at pretty much anything she tries but couldn't be bothered/pressured to pursue any of those things long term; loves dimsum and donuts; and is hugely confident about natural bodily processes.
We have the most ridiculous conversations about bangs, bed wetting, dance steps, fashion, chess, spelling, math and more. I learn so much from her.
Inhibitions are just baggage:
Cyra (walking in looking pleased): I wet my pants
Me: Oh no, what happened?
Cyra: Just did it. Was too busy playing!
Cyra: But I was too caught up. Was too late.
Me: Well stop next time and give yourself some time to get a loo!
Cyra: It happens sometimes. No big deal. Sometimes at night when I'm sleeping...
Me: Don't lie. You haven't wet your bed in ages.
Cyra: Sometimes. I think it's because I have a hole in my pyjamas
Me: That's not how it works.
Cyra: Of course it does
Me: Stop wearing pyjamas with holes then
Cyra: It's not a big deal. Happens to everyone!
Patience is a virtue:
Despite this ridiculous conversation below, she will keep trying to get Siddharth to understand (even
though both of them know it's a joke)
Cyra: so we were caught in a jam
Sid: I do love jam
Cyra: No, not that jam, a different type of jam!
Sid: I know I know, there are different jams - was it strawberry?
Cyra: Noooo, like at a red light
Sid: Yes red like strawberry jam, makes sense.
Cyra: oh no no! You know when lots of cars are stuck together, then you're in a jam
Sid: of course! Jam is sticky, you're bound to get stuck
Cyra holds head in hands: Reem, he knows nothing!
You can do that?
A few years ago Shaheen was once trying to explain what being gay meant to Rishan. He stopped her in her tracks and said "I already know, ok". Cyra looked up curiously and asked, "What does it mean?" Rishan explained, "You know, when boys can marry boys and girls can marry girls". Cyra was amazed at this! "Mamma, that can happen? I want to marry a girl"!
Bless her heart
Grossest is the best!
If it farts, burps or pukes, Cyra loves it! I gifted her a book at Christmas about the most disgusting
When I stay over on the weekends, I am usually asked to sleep with her and subjected to a night of being slapped, prodded, toes shoved in my nose and being pushed to a corner of the bed. But it's just before she falls asleep at night when we have the best conversations. Dance steps are demonstrated while lying down; a tirade against someone she dislikes is launched; deep conversations about life, dogs and heaven; a game of "simon says" is rushed through, and a whole bunch of other things squeezed into 10 minutes. That's Cyra, living life full speed and