Toddler Years.
Start writing here…Two hours after the child was born, there was still considerable doubt whether the family will reach an honest agreement for the name of the new born.
'Is it a boy?' The mother weakly asked the woman who was seated next to her; as if it was so certain a rule for the first born to be a boy child.
'It is - a - boy, indeed' replied the old woman with a slight cough. 'Then his name is Jimmy', Jenny, for this was the mother's name added.
The old woman stood herself without a word and left the small room where the mother and the little one lay.
She was so pale and tired indeed. Nursing Jenny had not been a play thing task for especially an old woman of her age. She was worn out with slumber and night's hefty chores of bring this, bring that - all for the pregnant woman.
For the next two or three months, Jimmy was constantly suckled and taken care of by his mother. The place where he was born was a small town that had less inconveniences of moving vehicles. This gave Jenny less fears; she bothered not always keeping an eye on her crawling child; her adventurous child. He rolled about the small town and the child was loved by everyone. 'How big he is'..they would say holding him.
Many days Jimmy lived this kind of life; suckling, rolling about the small town compound, sleeping. The child seemed not to care what the world actually held for him, besides, he was still so young indeed with a delicate mind to think about anything.
