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Reminds me of the time when my second son (now a strapping lad of 15) was about 2 years old. It was quite a task to make him sleep at night. The procedure followed was to rock him asleep by laying him down on my outstretched legs with his head resting on a pillow. Once he nods off comes the delicate operation of shifting him to the bed. This called for a great degree of finesse as any inadvertant motion was likely to wake up the little tyke and then the entire operation has to be repeated. Just as one slips of to sleep after laying him down on the bed and stroking his rump till the arms ached, a little voice pipes up "kottu" (Malayalam for stroking).
Net result is that neither me nor my wife had a good night's sleep for quite some years. But will the kids remember any of this once they grow up and fly the coop? Or for that matter, how many of us remember all that our parents suffered while bringing us up.
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