My Daughter...my inspiration!
It’s been 9 summers as a mom & 7 & 1/2 yrs since I have been called maaa, mom, mommy, matheswari, mathe, etc. during the day a zillion times. On some occasions, I have to actually plead with my daughter to stop thinking of me as the center of her life & give me some peace...oh yes...how I yearn sometimes to be all by myself, sit at leisure with a cup of tea & think of nothing...just relax without worrying about the nitty gritty of daily chores of motherhood.
Most of the days when I'm back from work, the house, especially my bedroom is in total disarray, things strewn around as if a hurricane has struck.
Kids are scavengers by nature & collect all kinds of odd bits & pieces & have a photographic memory of what has been stashed where. Mine collects used toothbrushes, all sorts of pens, worn out toys from yesteryears, bits of paper & cloth, broken bangles, beads etc. This treasure is fiercely protected especially from one ruthless raider...her mom!
Once every month, I raid the supposed treasure coves, when I sense that these are overflowing & need to be cleaned a bit. For this, I have to first stalk Sonia (my daughter) & when the scene is clear, hurriedly accumulate all the rubbish in a garbage bag (which is colored & not see through) & then smuggle it out of the house into the municipal bin...but alas...most of the times, Sonia’s eagle eyes senses something amiss the moment she's back & she heads straight for the garbage bin to salvage her most treasured sweet nothings.
As days go by, Sonia's turning into a thoughtful child who has struggled during her most impressionable age with the trauma of being a part of a broken home. The relation between a mother & child is the most complex of all relations & the bond helps nurture & instill the values in the child that he/she further put to use in their journey of life.
My daughter has helped me emerge stronger in tough situations & given me a reason to strive harder. She misses her father but sensing my troubled look of helplessness tries to put a brave face & very sweetly analyses how she's so lucky to have a big happy family who care about her so much.
Sonia's joining a boarding school in Panchagani this June. As a mother, I'm apprehensive & my heart feels empty at the thought that I will not hear the countless no. of times she yells for me & drives me crazy. My house will not be messy...no monthly raids of garbage...no endless late night chatter in bed till my tired eyes would close & the realization that sleep had dawned on her Mom, she would unwillingly go to sleep herself.
Today, being Mothers days, I was made to feel very special. Some bit of money was borrowed from her pocket money by her to buy me a lovely card, a pendent & lotsa wet kisses till I screamed with delight...ENOUGH !!!
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
Most of the days when I'm back from work, the house, especially my bedroom is in total disarray, things strewn around as if a hurricane has struck.
Kids are scavengers by nature & collect all kinds of odd bits & pieces & have a photographic memory of what has been stashed where. Mine collects used toothbrushes, all sorts of pens, worn out toys from yesteryears, bits of paper & cloth, broken bangles, beads etc. This treasure is fiercely protected especially from one ruthless raider...her mom!
Once every month, I raid the supposed treasure coves, when I sense that these are overflowing & need to be cleaned a bit. For this, I have to first stalk Sonia (my daughter) & when the scene is clear, hurriedly accumulate all the rubbish in a garbage bag (which is colored & not see through) & then smuggle it out of the house into the municipal bin...but alas...most of the times, Sonia’s eagle eyes senses something amiss the moment she's back & she heads straight for the garbage bin to salvage her most treasured sweet nothings.
As days go by, Sonia's turning into a thoughtful child who has struggled during her most impressionable age with the trauma of being a part of a broken home. The relation between a mother & child is the most complex of all relations & the bond helps nurture & instill the values in the child that he/she further put to use in their journey of life.
My daughter has helped me emerge stronger in tough situations & given me a reason to strive harder. She misses her father but sensing my troubled look of helplessness tries to put a brave face & very sweetly analyses how she's so lucky to have a big happy family who care about her so much.
Sonia's joining a boarding school in Panchagani this June. As a mother, I'm apprehensive & my heart feels empty at the thought that I will not hear the countless no. of times she yells for me & drives me crazy. My house will not be messy...no monthly raids of garbage...no endless late night chatter in bed till my tired eyes would close & the realization that sleep had dawned on her Mom, she would unwillingly go to sleep herself.
Today, being Mothers days, I was made to feel very special. Some bit of money was borrowed from her pocket money by her to buy me a lovely card, a pendent & lotsa wet kisses till I screamed with delight...ENOUGH !!!
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
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