Those of you who are kind enough to read me regularly know that I have been MIA lately.
To the uninitiated ‘MIA’ means missing in action – Strong words you say?
Well maybe! But that’s how I feel
I often come across bloggers who are not being regular on their blogs – Many of them complain of hitting a block – A Writer’s Block – I envy that, it means they have been writing long and often enough to have run out of things to say!
And then there are others who have started full-time college again! (Kudos to that).
There are those who are having their books published and are obviously a bit busy – What with all the preparations needed for the upcoming book release and the numerous talks, I suppose.
Then there are those who have a full-time job, where the new boss is acting up and piling their desks sky-high with files! My sympathies to the last. (May the boss be transferred soon so you may retreat behind your computer pretending to work while lining up posts to be freshly pressed instead!)
But none of these noble reasons are the reason for my forced absenteeism from your in-boxes.
The reason I am missing from WordPress is because
I have over enthusiastic kids!!!
Ya! You heard me!
I can hear the “tut tuts”. I know it’s not fashionable to speak against your kids. That its politically incorrect to point a finger at one’s children! It’s definitely not okay to blame them for your failures!
AND YET I DO IT!
Children! It’s your fault, I don’t get any time to blog!
There I said it! Loud and Clear! Feel better already!
Before the WP forum against “Parents who rant about their children” descends on me Let me put up some hard evidence.
Some of you may know, I have two children – M, My daughter is now Eight and K, my son is six.
M is an avid artist and a novice keyboard player K a budding percussionist! And a persistent tennis player! Between school work, music and tennis classes life is always busy.
And yet I can safely say we didn’t know what “busy” meant till we encountered, last week.
Last week, was the GRAND MOM of all the busy weeks we have had – EVER!
It all began with an innocuous announcement by M last Tuesday. As I picked her from school. “Mom Teena is participating in a dance competition.” Let me interject here and fill in that Teena is a good friend of M. She is a talented dancer! What you would call a gifted dancer! And it makes perfect sense for her to indulge her passion!
“That’s nice!” I replied somewhat absent-mindedly!
“I want to too” – now that got me attention. M has never shown much interest in dancing. There have been a few attempts here and there. At family weddings or in summer camps but never too much interest! “You do?” “Yes” she said determinedly!
“But there is hardly any time left to practice. You can’t enter a dance competition with two days worth of practice!” I said in what I hoped, was my most reasonable tone. Or at least the most reasonable tone that one can adopt while thinking about the long hours required to put together a costume, find a dance teacher, select a song, pick and drop for practices while maintaining a balance with school work and my own household and office chores. “Mom are you trying to discourage me?”
That worked better than any argument that M could have made. Frantic calls were made, a dance teacher was found and M and I were ensconced for the rest of the evening in the dance teacher’s care. M practicing, very sincerely I must say. And me, trying to organize the dress. Three days whizzed by! Old ‘lehengas’ were retrieved and adjusted for size, matching bangles were bought. Friends were approached for jewellery and props were arranged. The evening of the dance competition found us both at the venue. M, all dressed up to dazzle in a gorgeous ‘lehenga’, and me armed with two large bags (to battle any costume emergencies we may face) and an even larger camera determined to capture every precious moment.
The night before the competition, while reading M, a story, as is our routine, I had tried somewhat clumsily to impart some acquired wisdom about competitions. “M, you know right! That I am proud of you. No matter how you do in the competition” M just sighed and spoke in the placating tone she reserves for her younger brother usually “Mumma, don’t worry I am participating because I want to participate, not to get a prize” Good enough!
“Should we leave?” I asked M after her dance was done. The dance had gone off without a hitch. M had managed to remember every step and had shown great confidence onstage. She had done well, actually very well,. But she was no ‘natural’ and she had not been ‘dancing’ since the day she was born!
“Of course not mum, let’s wait till the prizes” . But you may not get any, I wanted to say. Thankfully I managed to bite that back. Prizes were announced and Teena stood first. Two of M’s close friends came second and third. I sneaked a look searchingly at the little girl sitting beside me for signs of disappointment. I wasn’t sure whether M would remember her own mature dictates. Surely I would not blame her if she got caught in the excitement of it all and felt let down when she got no prize. But M was happily clapping and cheering her friends! Bravo! I felt like saying! I don’t care who gets the trophy for dancing, the trophy for “putting yourself out there” belongs to you M!
As we got into our car, tired and hungry. I was contented. Yes it had been tedious and tiring and had required a lot of adroit juggling but the lesson had been worth it! For both – M and Me. I was ready to go home and crash. But that was not to be. As we sat down to dinner M beamed. “Mum tomorrow is the drawing competition. K and I will participate! I am good at drawing. I always get a prize!” That was true; she often did do well at drawing. But that may not hold true tomorrow! I began to say something, to the effect of prizes and what they mean or don’t mean in fact! But saw her eager face and decided to let it go.
My little girl is growing up! She figured it out today. I am sure she will figure it out tomorrow too! All she needs is a little practice! And no matter how busy I am I won’t deny her that.
This is what our week looked like:
And just as I get ready to publish this M’s teacher calls. She has been selected to represent her school in a quiz competition in Delhi! Will I be willing to prepare her and escort her for the same? Of course I will!!! The blog can wait for now! My daughter has too many new waters to test! And lessons to learn and so does her mom!