I Am Angry

I am angry that you only need me for cuddles and milk.

I am angry when you don’t open your mouth when I try to feed your meal.

I am angry when you reject the special dish I tried from those fancy forums.

I am angry when you poop just when I start my meal.

I am angry I never get to drink my coffee hot.

I am angry coz you don’t give me some me time to catch up on my insta feeds.

I am angry I can’t watch my shows as you watch your cartoons.

I am angry I can’t get enough sleep coz you like to play as and whenever. 

I am angry I can’t get into my old but cute tops and my jeans doesn’t fit.

I am angry you gel so well with your nanny and don’t miss me the whole day. 

I am just angry and angry and angry. Husshhhhh

But now that my baby you slept and I gaze at your face.. I feel sorry.. 

It’s not your need but you want me and my cuddles, it comforts you like you were in the womb.

You may be teething and might be in pain so don’t want that food.

You were already full with the feeding session a while ago and might not be hungry.

You are just too small for that bowel control.

I feel sorry it’s a phase and every single second of it will pass away forever.

You won’t me this tiny always. 

You don’t eat my food but might serve me the best of delicacies one day.

You would be strong enough to take your decisions and judgements without needing those soft cuddles. 

I may have all the time to myself but you won’t be around screaming for a hug, I might get to see you only through your insta feeds. 

I will have all the time to rest eat and sleep but your cozy warmth next to me won’t me there.

However well you get along with your nanny, you jump at the sight of me entering our house and crawl towards me, your speed faster than yesterday. That welcome gesture will also me gone in a few days. 

All my body fat would be gone, but that’s the rent you paid to stay within me for 9 months and I will be losing that as well. 

Every minute I am losing some element but I promise this will be fresh in my mind always. 

I wish I could lock down this time and keep you small but you will have to grow. I pray you become a gentleman and a sensible grown up man but trust me I dread that day. You may leave our nest and flyaway to touch the high skies. Just remember we will still love you and you will be the same new baby always. 

But now 

I am angry again, please wake up and play with me again.