When I was a child I remember a way to learn the names of some colors. It was fun to sing those lyrics.

Red red go to bed
Blue blue polish my shoe
Yellow yellow dirty fellow
Green green fairy queen

I never thought that one day I would be relating to the fairy queen through my child, again. My baby came in my world four months back. We, me and my husband, tried to talk to him as much as possible, thinking we will be the first best friends he will have. Slowly as days passed, we realized he spent a lot of time looking and smiling towards the wall. Well, on the wall are two of my hats hanging from a nail. We observed he spent a lot of time staring at it. Then his vocal cords also spent a lot of time exercising its power. We assumed there must be someone behind the hat with whom he made a friendly talk and plays peek-a-boo. We guessed it must be the fairy queen perched on the top of the hat. Who else can it be? Every time we changed his diaper or massaged oil on him, he would turn his neck all around to have a glimpse of those two hats in the room, sitting on a nail pierced in the wall. My conversation with him during those times is really amusing.

When I say, Sweetu, “is there a fairy queen?” He says, “aaaah!”
When I ask again,” is she pretty?” He says “angaaaagooooo!”
When I furthur inquire, “Cutie pie, is she watching you?” He laughs and coos at those hats.
Not once does his eyes move away from those hats.

His gurgling, swinging of his hands in the air, cooing again with a big open mouth, and a wink with his eyes has infused in us the belief that there is definitely a fairy queen. Who else can he talk to for so long? For us it is an imaginary fairy queen, but for him…?!!!!

- Shephali

This entry has been viewed 550 times. It was posted on Sunday, June 6th, 2004 at 8:49 am and is filed under Personal. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.