As vacations ended yesterday, I had to pick up and move my lazy self to get back to the routine of cramming everything else in my yet unset morning along with ironing A Jr’s school uniform, helping him out in finishing his holiday homework, preparing and packing his favourite tiffin snacks on time and finally dropping him off to school.
As excited as he was to get back to his class and friends, acclimatising myself to this mundaneness yet again was proving taxing for me. It didn’t help having a hyper-active toddler at home who cried her eyeballs out when her Dad left for work in the morning, leaving me with an advanced version of my passed-on crankiness. I knew a repeat telecast was in the offing when A Jr would leave for school.
Would I be branded as the evil cantankerous mother if I snapped at A Jr for nagging me a hundred times throughout an already cluttered morning “Mamma, you didn’t stick that thing…Mamma, have you prepared my tiffin…Mamma, you have to sharpen my pencils…” and so on? I can lose my patience sometimes too, right?
I mean, the guy is 8 now, and God knows I have raised him as an independent boy who doesn’t need me round the clock for every small thing. Ever since Angel joined us I have only supervised him while packing his own bag, taking a bath or getting dressed for school. He likes being treated like a big boy and follows whatever I tell him closely.
Did I act rashly on a momentary lapse of judgement? May be it was just his overzealous childlike enthusiasm? I apologised to him immediately after that and explained to him my inability to function with him hovering over my head like a wayward humming satellite. Everything I needed to do would be done, without his prompts.
His reaction to it was much more mature than the one about our discussion in the evening over the demonetisation of 500 and 1000 rupees currency (He asked us, “Is all our money going to go waste? Are we going to be poor now?”). After convincing him that all was well, we had to transport him to his room to see Big Hero on the laptop while we talked to our friends and relatives about the repercussions of it and what our immediate priorities to secure our money should be.
Following this emotional atyachar with his innocent mind at night, my poor dear woke up to the news of the US Presidential elections this morning. One look at the CNN reporter and he chose to dig into the sports page of TOI, quietly. Once done skimming through it, all he was interested in was, “What’s for breakfast?” 🙂
And, we think a child’s life is easy! At least we know why to worry and what about. I’m sorry for this melodrama, but I can only think of one Akshay Kumar line right now. “Bacche ki jaan loge kya?” 😀 Like, seriously? 🙂 😛