I am the most beautiful person in the world!!!

No, I am not an egoistic, bragging, self-centered girl (I refuse to be called a woman) who thinks she has just won an international beauty pageant. These are the words of my daughter. Here is what happened verbatim.

Anushka and I have some argument, she gets her whiny self and is mad at me. 

Me: You don't like me, do you Anushka? Go find yourself an another mommy. A mommy who will listen to you, give you juice when you want, give you icecream when you want, lets you watch tv all the time. I am a bad mommy.

Anushka: Nooooooo. You are a good mommy.

Me: But I don't listen to you everytime.

Anushka: Thats okay mommy. You can say no sometimes.

Me: Are you sure?

Anushka: Yes, I love you. I think you have the best face in the world.

Me: Best face?

Anushka: You are the prettiest in the whole wide world.

Hallelujah!!! So there we go, I am the most beautiful person for my daughter. 

This reminds me of this chapter that we had in one of our school textbooks. It was about this village that was celebrating harvest time and all the people were out in the fields picking their crops. One of the villager finds a little girl crying. She had lost her mother and was hysterical. A few older men gather and ask her to give them something descriptive to identify her mom. Was she tall? Was she short? Was she fair? The girl then speaks, "My mother is the most beautiful person in the world." The men gather all the beautiful women and ask the girl if any is her mother. She says no. They are baffled. Then comes this little stout dark-skinned woman from nowhere and runs to take this girl into her arms. She was not what anyone would call beautiful. Then the men realize that for this girl, her mother is the most beautiful. 

Its a wonderful feeling how important you are for your kids at this particular time of their life. How long this 'importance' will stay, I don't know. And its understandable. As they will grow, they will have  other priorities to achieve. And I will willingly take a back seat in their life. Fore-seat, back-seat, doesn't matter, as long as I remain in their thoughts .....forever.