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Can the boy talk or what?

08/30/2010 10 comments

Really..honestly…can the boy of mine talk or what? He talks so much that some days I cry, I beg, I threaten to throw him in the trash can all for what? just a few minutes of peace and quiet. (En nelamaiyil irundhu partha thaan theriyum ungalukku ellam – you would know what it is to endure this, day in day out, only if you endure it). He is the not the child who will ask questions…he is rather opinionated and will state the facts and tell you to follow what he thinks is right, in all his 3 (almost 4) years of wisdom! Some are interesting, some are thought-provoking and some are mind-boggling. I honestly don’t know what category this one falls under, but trust me when he said this, my jaws were hanging to the floor. So this is what happened.

2-3 weeks back one day, after jumping over his rather dangerous toys ( the kind that you want to throw away after you have crushed to pieces with your bare hands, should you by mistake step on it), I told him, “enough is enough. Please pick up your toys”. No response. I repeated my request. Still no answer. Finally I raised my voice and what does the boy say???? “Mommy, you are a bumble bee”.  “Why” I ask, with a confused look on my face. His reply was..”mommy, you are always saying something and it sounds like this…bzzzzz bzzzzz, just like a bee does. That’s why”. And if this wasn’t enough, he walked to the door that leads to the yard, yanks it open and just like you would shoo and bee out, he shooed me out of the door, shut it, dusted his hands and went right back to playing with his toys. Me??? I was just standing there, looking like an idiot with my mouth open. I wouldn’t have known, if a bee had flown inside it.

Well, that was the end to the clean up party, since my ego was hurt terribly and I didn’t want to be called by the name of any other animal. Nalla maattukku oru soodu (a tamil saying which roughly means, a person with a working brain needs to be told only once, to not to repeat a mistake). Kids these days…enatha solradhu…(what to say).

Vanity fair?

As we were getting ready for school one dull grey morning, I asked the boy to come brush his teeth. After the usual biggu/alatal, the boy finally did the task with as much paste being ingested rather than brushed with. Then I washed his face which was followed by a shriek, that jolted the bones into their rightful place in the body and chased any lingering sleep/fog in the brain to any where they can go hide.

Me: “Ethukku ippadi katharey?” (Why are you screaming?)

Naren: “Amma, ethukku face wash pannareenga ennakku?” (Amma, why are you washing my face?)

Me: “Enn?”  (Why?)

Naren: “Ennakku face wash panna, naan urrugi poiduven” (If you wash my face then won’t I melt away?)

Me: ***Has a totally stupid look on my face**** “Huh?”

Naren: “Apparom, naan ugly ah irrukamaatena?” (Won’t I then be ugly?) All of his conversations were accompanied by a whine that would have given a violin a run for what it was worth.

I didn’t know how to respond to this, and just force washed the boy’s face and got him ready for school. I still have a stupid look on my face whenever I recall the conversation. Man, vanity surely doesn’t have an age bar, does it????

My son, the sumallist!

08/21/2009 5 comments

By the term sumallist, I don’t mean to say that Naren is a minimalist. He is so very far from that in truth. For him the need to buy something new every single week or even every single day is pretty high. Now, this is not because he is spoilt (maybe a tad bit), but because of the curious nature of this age (I am hoping). He really doesn’t understand money…not that I expect him to, but the fascination is mostly upon the object he is interested in. Take for example the story of Thomas the tank engine. It all started with a pair of those soft shoes, the kind that one wears at home. We bought it, because that was the only model that carried his size. And so the fascination began. He wanted Thomas train tracks, because now he could identify the grinning faced thing on the shelves. So the tracks came followed by Thomas’s friends since Thomas was “sad” being alone (I swear the boy said that) and in came James and Percy. And then a trip to the Thomas train affair where another round of buying Salty and Percy happened. Things quietened a bit. Then came the time to move to his own room! He said, arms crossed, “will go only with Thomas blanket” accompanied by a little pout and pooling of the eyes. Dad being dad, sent Mamma to the store with the boy to do the same and when mother and son came out of the store, the boy was all smiles, since he managed to lay his hands on a Thomas shaped arm pillow or more like a crib mate.

Now, why did I call him a sumallist in the title? ‘Coz everytime he needed a Thomas or his pals, he would say, “Amma please Amma…oru sumall Percy/oru sumall blah blah blah”. But in reality he would want the biggest offering in the store. Now if only I could get that darn grinning Thomas and the extremely happy boy to shift their bases to the crib, I would be the most contended person.

 

One can wish for the sumall things in life, can’t I?

Little hearts are filled with love!

07/13/2009 4 comments

It is true…there is no denying it. Especially if you are a parent you will nod your head. I am talking about the little angels in the disguise of the wicked devils, that reside in our homes. More and more these days, I am being put to shame by the actions of the little dude at home.

I have watched and noticed that he is too quick to cry and quicker to smile, forgive, forget and move on. And he doesn’t even know the word forgive or the meaning behind it. Yet, we who know what it means, find it so darn hard to do it. I have been (am ashamed to say this) losing my temper a little too much with him and a few times, I have had to spank him, forgetting that he is only 3yrs old (almost) and that he is supposed to be naughty and do all that he does. He is not supposed to behave responsibly…all this I know and yet due to my own short comings, turn to him with the most vicious look and give him a sound scolding. Some times, in the midst of it, I notice the little lips quivering like leaves shaking on a branch and those fat tears ready to break the barriers and roll down the cheeks. I curse myself and run to pick him up and apologize to him…he in all his 3yrs(almost) of sweetness hugs me with a vengeance and in the same breath, says that he loves me. I am ashamed beyond words. Terribly. How can he, so small be filled with SO much love, and I can’t, with all my knowledge and understanding do the same for him?

Many a times, when I am stressed, I hug the little one or lay my head on his little chest and listen to his heartbeat…it immediately takes away all that I am feeling and fills me up with this amazing calm and serenity. I think it happens it is an osmosis kind of effect…undiluted love pours selflessly from the most saturated being to me…I pray so hard at those times that I haven’t passed on my littleness to him in the reverse osmosis way. At that time, I fill myself with all things happy and let it flow to him…I know it so, because in a minute, he is laughing his head off, and I want to think that is due to the happiness we shared then and not because of a strand of my hair tickling his face.

What happens to us in the few years that we are growing up that we have lost all our innocence, tolerance, love for all things and people, the ability to laugh at small things though it may be silly, the capacity to not feel any shame and declare our love for our beloved ones? Have you noticed that a simple “I Love You” from a child can make you swell up like a puffer fish? I wonder if all of us are born with our hearts filled to the brim with love, like a bottle of water is filled and as we grow and learn, we displace the water with other worldly qualities of hatred, cruelty, intolerance and such and when we are thirsty we realize that the bottle is not filled with water anymore. I wish, I have the little guy’s heart filled with nothing but pure love  and I pray that I don’t pollute it with my misgivings.

I love you little dude for all that you show me and enlighten me with and that selfless love that oozes out of your very being. May your heart swell like a ocean and be filled with that limitless love forever for all around you. And in that process, teach me in your own way, how I can do the same.