Chronicles of a working mother …

Ahhh… mornings are usual madness…with Nik growing and developing fair sense of understanding of how his mornings will look like, he tries to emotionally drain this poor Mumma by weeping his heart out, asking me only two questions for which my answers are repeatedly the same …

Nik: Dadaa?
Me: Office…
Nik: Mumma..?
Me: Mumma and Nik to School…
and the crying continues…. and after a minute…
Nik: Dadaa?
Me: Office..
Nik: Mumma..?
Me: Mumma and Nik to School…

After 20 minutes of pacifying, answering and seeing him wailing away, I was almost there deciding to take an off and be with him. The emotional mother in me was so strong that I was about to give up into him…
But then I thought to myself, I don’t want to be emotionally weak mommy who will give in now and then again and spoil my child…deprive him of all the good things he will learn that day and whenever I give in. I knew he will be just fine when I leave him at his pre-school. I think it’s harder on us than it is on the little ones… I guess I was crying too.

I mustered up all my courage, held his wet face in the palm of hand and told him, of course with a little voice modulation, Nik, Dada has gone to the Office, Mumma and Nik are going to school and then Mumma will drop Nik at school and leave to Office.. We all will meet in the evening at home. As sudden silence… and a pause … and then the same questions

Nik: Dadaa?
Me: has left to Office
Nik: Mumma..?
Me: Mumma and Nik to School…

Oh God, he just a poor child wanting his parents around, he might have many questions in his mind… Why do my parents go to Office? Why do I have to go to school? Can’t we all just be at home, go to park, run around, and watch rhymes…

I smiled… made him sit on the writing table, dashed on some quick talc, some make up in less than 1 min and we walked to our Auto… After a minute or two in the auto I looked at him, he was smiling; happy that some fresh air was whipping against his face… he looked at me and asked…
Dadaa?
I replied that he has left for Office
He asked Mumma..?
Mumma and Nik to School…
There was an additional question this time…
Vani (she is Nik’s naan) …?
I replied, Vani is back home…

He continued looking out of the auto and feeling the breeze…

Chapters…

“Which stage is the best in life”, I was asked
“The stage I am in” was my reply
Is your answer same as mine?
Well the truth is,
Whichever phase might one’s life may lie…
One finds it exciting of all…
The things done to craft that chapter
We find those to be inspiring of all.

A child finds joy in his newfound toy,
Teenager the same in fancying the girl next by
A newlywed in his partner’s eye
and a father in his baby girls smile
Their kids settled gives content to aged parents like mine
Prayer beads give peace to those in their last mile…
Description of happiness keeps changing
as life slowly counts its side.

Every chapter has its own charm,
So weave it with love, peace and joy
To cherish, when you gaze at the one
which was round the corner and just passed by.