Been long. Not getting a chance to sit and blog.. Of course, my son is keeping me busy.. He is growing fast and so are his demands too!! Did I just say that. Kids grow fast.. Really.. I used to never agree when my mom always said that especially with the first 2 years of parenting going at a snail’s pace. Those sleepless nights, tackling the fussy eater, picking up and dropping and a thousand trips to the playschool.. All those memories are so vague now in my mind.. Woah!! Again … I used to be so disappointed with my mom when she didn’t remember the minor details of my childhood days..How could she. How many kids does she have? But now when my son asks me what did I gift him on his 3rd birthday.. I put into use my grey matter but in vain.. Finally giving up I said.. No,beta. I don’t remember… I sounded like my mom!!!! And of course my son looked as disappointed as I used to be then. Ha ha .I think I know what he must have felt too…
I sound like my mom when I ask him to stack his toys neatly or when I warn him not to play with his food or force him to wish a guest…phew… The list is endless and every time I can’t help but notice that I sound like her …. Maybe all moms do that . they must be all similar. Wanting the same things from their children .. Isn’t it!! I don’t only sound like my MOM.. I sound like every mom.. Every mom who wants their children to grow into a matured , well behaved person… Ha! That’s what my mom would say too.. There I go again……. 😉
This is one of ‘those’ days!! Days when I get my bouts of anxiety…. And I happen to get them especially when my li’l one is unwell. It could be just a viral fever, but for me it is shattering. It is painful to see the otherwise oh-so-messy kids lying quietly on the bed,half asleep.
I was just wondering, what is it with the word Mommy!! Can’t they think logically and be practical! I mean obviously a viral fever would be cured in 2 days, then why act so weird as if it was the last day of earth!!! Some say coz this is my first child, I would get used to all this with my second one. Naah, I don’t believe this. I have seen my mother worry about both of us equally and sometimes a little more for her younger child. I guess, we mother’s find it difficult to imagine a day without the usual mayhem. After all we are a part of the hullabaloo they make. Like he asks for a candy, I refuse… He throws a tantrum, I punish… He spills water, I clean.. He plays in the garden, I go too… He waits for his chance to swing, I wait too… He is happy when he gets it, I m happy too….He plays in the sand, my hands are soiled too… He waits for some yummy snack, I long to prepare some yummy snack… He loves his return gifts in his friend’s birthday bash, I love to see what he gets…
See, I am there every moment he enjoys something or dislikes something. All mommies do it too. Maybe this is what I miss. The fun in his life. I have grown to become a child too. I m reliving my childhood days with him. When he is sick, I feel sick too.:-(