Shanu is like most of the kids of her age: loves school day, but not the morning wake-up calls; loves to eat, but not the regular meals; loves to get dressed, but not in school uniform. We as parents [specially her father] have a hard time rustling her out of bed, and pushing to school. She is a remarkable daydreamer whose drawings have become an extension of her flights of fantasy. She often fantasized in her drawings of trees, houses, landscape, so on. Sometimes her daydreams extends to the classroom. Her teachers contacted us more than once about her need to pay better attention in classes.
Typical of hers generation, Shanu loves collecting toys as a kid. Her favourites are Barbie with friends and the Kitchen set--- all variations from earthen, to plastic, stainless steel and ceramic.
Kitchen set ! Ah---it keeps her engaged for hours. She is unto herself cooking and serving imaginary guests.
Sometimes I feel too sorry for her. May be I should spend some more time with her. Quantity of the time is equally important as quality of time.
In the morning's hassle, I wake her up, help her finish the daily chore, dress her up, stuff her mouth; at time her hands too and push her though the door and out of home. Ah ! At last!! Come night and the same sequence repeats, but in reverse order. Change dress, feed her and push to bed. Her request for bed-time stories would at times be fulfilled, but lazily I would make up some hucus-pocus stories. Half as entertaining as it should be.
On the other hand, my son Pounn, I have to mention, is the replica of my husband, to such an extend that even the sleeping gesture is like him. May be when he is old enough to read this, could be surprised at. This is about his first fantasy. Or should I call it his first love .
Anshu, a tall fair girl in the neighbourhood. Around six months elder to Shanu, would sometime drop by to play. It is today [24th July 2013] that this gentleman of mine told 'I Love You' to her. Not sure what he meant, I was wondering what would have made this little one to spell the 3 magical words to this cute neighbour elder to him by 3 more years. The two girls laughed him to embarrassment. I did not know how it react. Just laugh it out; or, talk to him seriously. His father though warned him. He stood at the corner like a wet cat.
Thus, the two are in their own little world. Unaware or least bothered about the pains that we as grown-ups face. Thank God, for their innocence. And touch-wood, they remain so as long as possible.
Once we were at Marudrai Meenashiamman temple. While offering prayers, to silence the two loud speakers, I asked them to pray and ask for any favours, for God would grant them immediately, as they were the best children. While I was wanting to buy/build our own home, I suggested the idea to the young man. Little did I know that his tiny mind had its own wish-list. 'I wish, my mom come and stay with me.' he murmured. I was moved. Moved looking at the love he had for me and how much he missed me. Ashamed at the same time helpless that I was a silent observant, and could do nothing more. I could not change this situation, at-lest for now. Being a working parent had its own returns.
My next prayer was a modified version: A Home where my entire family would peacefully reside.
Hope my and my little one's wish come true very soon.
Typical of hers generation, Shanu loves collecting toys as a kid. Her favourites are Barbie with friends and the Kitchen set--- all variations from earthen, to plastic, stainless steel and ceramic.
Kitchen set ! Ah---it keeps her engaged for hours. She is unto herself cooking and serving imaginary guests.
Sometimes I feel too sorry for her. May be I should spend some more time with her. Quantity of the time is equally important as quality of time.
In the morning's hassle, I wake her up, help her finish the daily chore, dress her up, stuff her mouth; at time her hands too and push her though the door and out of home. Ah ! At last!! Come night and the same sequence repeats, but in reverse order. Change dress, feed her and push to bed. Her request for bed-time stories would at times be fulfilled, but lazily I would make up some hucus-pocus stories. Half as entertaining as it should be.
On the other hand, my son Pounn, I have to mention, is the replica of my husband, to such an extend that even the sleeping gesture is like him. May be when he is old enough to read this, could be surprised at. This is about his first fantasy. Or should I call it his first love .
Anshu, a tall fair girl in the neighbourhood. Around six months elder to Shanu, would sometime drop by to play. It is today [24th July 2013] that this gentleman of mine told 'I Love You' to her. Not sure what he meant, I was wondering what would have made this little one to spell the 3 magical words to this cute neighbour elder to him by 3 more years. The two girls laughed him to embarrassment. I did not know how it react. Just laugh it out; or, talk to him seriously. His father though warned him. He stood at the corner like a wet cat.
Thus, the two are in their own little world. Unaware or least bothered about the pains that we as grown-ups face. Thank God, for their innocence. And touch-wood, they remain so as long as possible.
Once we were at Marudrai Meenashiamman temple. While offering prayers, to silence the two loud speakers, I asked them to pray and ask for any favours, for God would grant them immediately, as they were the best children. While I was wanting to buy/build our own home, I suggested the idea to the young man. Little did I know that his tiny mind had its own wish-list. 'I wish, my mom come and stay with me.' he murmured. I was moved. Moved looking at the love he had for me and how much he missed me. Ashamed at the same time helpless that I was a silent observant, and could do nothing more. I could not change this situation, at-lest for now. Being a working parent had its own returns.
My next prayer was a modified version: A Home where my entire family would peacefully reside.
Hope my and my little one's wish come true very soon.
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