Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daddy. Show all posts

Sunday, June 14, 2020

Locked, Unlocked



In the world of today, the title itself is quite indicative about the subject of this post.

Gentle Disclaimer: Before I proceed, I know the world is going through a massive turmoil. And this is just a simple post, about a simple woman and how a not so simple virus impacted her simple daily life when the world was forced into Lockdown. A cathartic experience to pen this down and to talk about the lessons and learnings it Unlocked for me.

So, the “Unlockdown” phase has started in the country. And with that my crashed laptop is back, unlocked with a new hard disk drive. I can write again. (I absolutely abhor writing on a small mobile device.)

A quick look at how things went:-
  • Celebrating landmark 1st birthday of Little Ms. A –
  • Celebrating (visiting) brother’s landmark birthday – 
  • Celebrating 6th b'day (+farewell to buddies) of Bigger Ms. A  – 
  • All set to move to another city (and school for the elder one) – 
  • Lockdown announced – 
  • Existing plans of the family - , all of a sudden

First up, the two little women and their mommy had to get used to the Daddy being around the house -- Was this for real… 24x7, All days of Every week??!!

The man, himself, would initially move around with a dazed look, as colleagues got substituted by three women of different sizes and serious discussions on video calls got interspersed with whoops and giggles and clattering of toys and banging of pots and pans. 🤣
[Psst…. He’s still not adjusted to WFH, though he now relishes the giggles that accompany his breaks]

Let’s move on to the 10 Lessons that were Unlocked for me even as I remain Locked up.

#1: Human proposes, Virus disposes

My grandmother’s favourite idiom kept replaying in my mind, as I went about my newfound chores – “Man proposes, God disposes”. Just that it got replaced by the heading I have written above.

I had totally envisioned what the next few weeks were to be like, with Bigger Ms. A starting a new school in a new city, we setting up a new house… blah blah blah.

What I was doing instead was scrambling for groceries + trying to cope with housework + handling the toddler + managing the questions of a kid who’s suddenly stuck at home + keeping the two girls entertained and engaged +
(long sentence alert) all the while getting amused at the wonder on the face of the ever-traveling husband, who experienced more of this house and the kids in this lockdown, than he ever has in the past few years that we have been here (snigger, snigger) +++…… 😉


#2: All that glitters is not Gold, but definitely your golden hard work

I re-learnt the art of sweeping and mopping, early in the morning, before the two girls awoke.
And what did I realize – that the house has never sparkled so much in the past!!

Validation came from a childhood friend (that’s what friends are for), from a far-off continent, on a video call, who commented on the spotless white floors that she could spot (pun intended) behind me. Never had I imagined my heart would sing with joy at such commendation… !!! 😜


#3: When your back is to the wall, you have to do it all – even what you have always disliked
Of course I am allowed to dislike certain chores

Back in my youth (and that’s seeming quite a long time ago), I used to rock the dance floor. Now I rock the bathroom floor. 
The lockdown ensured that I get to do my “beloved” task of cleaning the bathroom on a regular basis, under the hawk-like surveillance of the ultra-finicky Bigger Ms. A. 

Recognition came from the satisfied smile on her face and more so when I saw her trying to emulate me. 😇


#4: No one is born a great Cook, one learns by Doing

I have always defined myself as a reluctant cook who produces edible stuff. It’s a different story altogether that Bigger Ms. A considers me as one of her favourite cooks.

Lockdown graduated me to someone who is a necessary cook (albeit sometimes reluctant) who can produce pretty fancy stuff, too. And hey, even manage all the four burners of the hob at one go… Applause!!

And may I also add with pride, Baking became a piece of cake – so much so that a whole post should be dedicated to it.

On a serious note, mistakes helped me to gradually shed my fear of experimenting with seemingly tough recipes and embrace cooking. 😃


#5: Variety is the spice of life

Continuing the above point, this of course includes my fancy chapatis.
It must be so boring for my mom to dish out perfectly round, same-sized, super soft chapatis every day.

Her worthy (not) daughter can produce chapatis in various shapes and sizes (Reasoning: If kids can have multi-shaped pasta, why not chapatis).

Also, my chapatis can sometimes pass off as khakra, sometimes as papad, sometimes as chapatis and sometimes a combo of all. Isn’t variety more fun? 😜


#6: Record Setter

I have started bettering my personal records.

Previous bathing time of 5 mins 20 seconds is now further reduced to 3 minutes 02 seconds. It’s often accompanied by a rap song that goes like “Mumma.. Knock knock.. (louder) Mumma.. Knock knock.. (Shrieking) Mumma Mumma.. Waaaaaaah”.

I can also go a (personal) record 7 hours at a stretch without sitting down even for a few seconds. Yippeee..

The body weight and shape remain stubborn though, preferring bulging over budging. 😏


#7: Slow and steady wins the race

Earlier I had an obnoxious record of devouring books by the hour. Now… pause… at least one sentence… pause… is completed… pause… in a day!!! Applause again

On some days, the book even has to be satisfied just by displaying its enticing cover to me. 😭


#8: A New (Multi-tasking) Sport

Again, back in my youth (read it in a tone of lament), my favourite spot/ sport used to be perching on a comfortable seating, reading books, accompanied by some warm beverage.

I have had to adopt a new favourite spot/ sport – the anterior of the kitchen sink, trying to sparkle as many vessels as possible (we had so many!!), often accompanied by the warm beverage on the kitchen platform, as a test of multi-tasking…
…and quite often balancing a toddler weaving her path through my legs and a multi-question asking inquisitive child.

Bigger Ms. A along with her Daddy even composed a song with actions in my honour – please note, it did nothing to assuage my temper. 😒


#9: Back to School

And while on multi-tasking, it’s no mean task to juggle household chores with a child’s new medium of learning (read: virtual), that too when she’s just starting “big” school.

Helping her understand the importance of assignments and helping her execute them gave me the Back to School feeling (the one feeling about school that I could do without at this moment, with limited resources available). 😵


#10: When it rains, look for the rainbow

Ending the post with another favourite quote from my grandmother.
Well, it has been raining some days and we have actually seen rainbows, too.

The silver lining in this new world is the abundant family time we are getting. The kids and I absolutely love and cherish having Daddy around. We did stuff that we never had but surely could have done pre-virus, too.

For instance, encouraged by a cousin, we had a balcony picnic and needless to say, the kids were thrilled.

Video calls with friends helped us re-connect regularly. And we definitely could have done this earlier, too. Well, as the saying goes, better late than never. 💖


Q.E.D:
I have learnt a lot about my capabilities and the art of tackling certain adverse situations.         

So I keep my chin up (will help with the developing double chin) and wait for this crisis to tide over. 

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

A note for my Valentine




Oh God, I have never done this before – never expressed my love like this. So a little anxious, for sure.

You have truly made my life beautiful and this note really can’t express it all.
But on this day of romance, let me give it a shot - a note for you my Valentine.

Do you know what you have done for me? Made me smile a lot – and that’s good for my health, too, right?

Those few hours each day when you are away from home, and as I go around my chores, a simple thought of you brings about an inadvertent smile.
And I think of all the lovely stuff that you do - all our precious little moments and mementos - that would seem so trivial but that make such a huge difference to my life.
And the work at hand suddenly becomes so much easier.

And then as I browse my phone, I suddenly click on “Gallery” and a photo of yours looks at me.
I feel my heart melting and an affectionate smile forming on my lips.

I go to the fruits vendor – and I think of all the fruits that you love.
A faint controlled smile at the corner of my lips, as I think of how you relish strawberries, grapes and so on.
And in they go into my basket – the fruits of love.

And then as I take a quick comfort bite into a piece of dark chocolate, I just can’t stop thinking of you.
For you love dark chocolate, too.
An indulgent smile escapes.

When I finally meet you again at the end of your busy day, and you rush towards me with a smile and I get that huge hug, the heart does a crazy fluttering smiling number.

Ooops, and sometimes I find myself gushing about you to others.
A coy smile here.
I feel like this totally smitten girl.

When you ask me to sit down for a chat with you or to “discuss” some “important” stuff, I couldn’t be happier for the confidence you show in me.
And with a solemn face I sit down – but you can’t see the smile within.

Oh, and whenever you approve of my outfit, I feel like a happy little girl, all flushed and grinning. A huge smile here.
And I can’t resist looking at myself again & again in the mirror – to see what I got right.

I see myself, reordering my daily priorities, trying to better my mannerisms for you.
A racing heart tells me, then, how much I love you. And I smile.

Am down in the dumps and you come up with antics to cheer me up. I can’t help but smile.
And if you are not around, your face comes to mind, I feel warm within and smile.
The smiles erase the dumps and change them to hopes.

Whenever you are even slightly unwell, the heart goes into panic mode and anxiety sets in.
But a brave smile is there for you to see.

When the arm comes around me and a sleepy “I love you” is whispered at night, I smile to myself again and with complete contentment, I drift off to my dreamland.

And when I wake up in the morning and gaze at your face, the heart fills with so much love – that it energizes me to start my day with a smile again.

As years are quickly passing by, the love is only growing. 💖

I think of you my Valentine…. And my “favourite-est” songs play in my mind like a playlist on a loop:

I Don't Want to Miss a Thing
I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, Watch you smile while you are sleeping
……. Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure
How true this song is for you and me.

Bade Acchey Lagte Hain
I love it when you join in and look at me and say “Aur Tum”

Ke Prothom Kaachey Eshechi
Don’t know how much of the words you understand, but you always emphatically say “Aami” when the lyrics come as “Ke prothom bhalobeshechi …. Tumi na Aami”.
Baby, I absolutely agree – don’t know who fell in love first – you or me.


My sweet little Valentine – you have brought a new definition to my life.
All I can say is a simple “I Love You” but you would know how deep that runs. 💝💝

P.S.: Am sure if your daddy had time, he would write a similar post. The playlist might change, some of the little moments might change. But unanimously you are our “favourite-est” Valentine.

And remember, your smile is the cutest thing in the world for us – so keep smiling our little darling.

Tuesday, October 31, 2017

Happy Halloween




Our daughter’s first tryst with Halloween.

No, she has absolutely no idea what Halloween means.

She likes the sound of this new word – so meticulously adds it to her growing vocabulary list.

Yes, she likes the thought that she gets to meet her friends for a party.

She has always liked the sound of the word “party” – it is firmly established in her vocabulary list.

Her dictionary would define this as “a buzzword implying a much-loved, much looked forward to, generating much excitement [read: sleepless/ less sleep nights for the parents] event”.


Excitement!! Excitement !!

So for today, let’s just name her EHK (the Excited Halloween Kid).

Excitement was such that there was no fuss in waking up for school. Because it meant, party as soon as school got over for the day.

Excitement was such that she had an interesting conversation with the lady who helps around the house.

Scenario:
Lady has completed her work, leaving the house, hand on the door knob.

EHK pipes up “Halloween Halloween… Party… Happy Halloween” and waves a cheerful Bye.

The lady answers with a broad smile: “Yes, I am also wearing blue like you”

EHK looks at me – a disappointed look.

I swiftly change the topic and the mood.


Dressing Up

Well talking of moods, let’s look at this conversation snippet as I get her ready for the evening:

Me: So aunty has kept a theme and you are to wear black pants & T-shirt. Yayyyy !!
EHK: Nope, I am NOT going to go in all black. I will wear a skirt today.

Me: But you want to wear “full pants” on other days.
EHK: Today I want to wear a skirt. (A grumpy look is setting in – precursor to a meltdown)

Me: (Trying one more time) See, but all your friends would be dressed as witches.
EHK: (Shriiiieeeeeek… was that her or the wind that has been howling today??!!) I AM NOT A WITCH.

Me: (Damage control mode) No no, you are not a witch. You are just pretending to be one. You know like you play “Pretend Pretend”
EHK: I am NOT a witch. I will NOT be a witch. I will be a Fairy with wings and wand.

Me: Well, the theme is black. Fairies usually don’t wear black.
EHK: [Well-controlled sobs] Doesn’t matter mumma, fairy can wear black, too. And see I will have red wings.
Now, who can argue with that?

My confidence in my convincing power is diminishing as some tears make their appearance, the pout forms and the clock is ominously ticking away.

Me: [Seriously the last attempt] Ummm, maybe another time? Today, a witch?
EHK: Silence and a betrayed plus accusing look which kids have surely mastered.  

A mini meltdown is surely on its way. But the seasoned professional [read: mommy] in me suddenly took over. After all, I needed to get to the party, too.

Me: Well Ok, you can be a fairy with a black top and your colourful skirt. And you get to wear your red wings and carry the wand.
Well, my mommy wand sure did the magic – tears, pout, grumpiness, defiance – all vanished at once.

EHK: Babbling away. Uncontrollably happy. Incoherent. Doesn’t matter.
The delighted whoops and the Fairy smile were worth relenting to her wish.


The Party

And there she was squealing in delight, running around with her friends, jumping, dancing – her happy wings bobbing up and down.

And she stuck to her stance even at the party!! She just would not wear the cute red horns like her friends readily did. She had decided – she is NOT a witch, and she would not budge.

Fair point. Accepted.

She relished the food – not letting go of her wings and wand.

She went from house to house with her friends and wouldn’t come back till she got some goodies.

And with her wings bouncing, one hand firmly holding her wand, she would run back to me, the other little palm full of toffees or chocolate, so that I could safely keep it in her “bag”.

Not that she has those toffees. But the whole new thing that she experienced, the entire fun of enjoying with friends – that simple joy made her so happy. And made me so happy too.


And the After-Party

She squealed in delight as we opened her goodie bags.

She gushed about the evening as she narrated little stories to her daddy.

And she gushed about it in her mind as we tried to put the over-charged little Fairy to sleep.

Aaah, but before she finally drifted into her dream world (where I am sure she has been re-enjoying her Halloween party), she drowsily asked me. “Ma, what does Trick or Treat mean?”

That’s a tricky question little Fairy – will treat you to the answer tomorrow.

Happy Halloween !!