The story started as our version of Fairytopia. With me, the mad witch, trying all kinds of spells and stunts to grapple with my two sweet little bickering fairies.
The fairies are on their own wings now, but the fairy tales continue.
So does the magic and the madness!.
I'd love to hear from those of you who've had a glimpse into our world. Thanks for being a part of it.
Now that I am a stay-at-home mum, my excuse of “No time” shouldn’t hold any more.
Yeah, but life just got busier (as if that was possible).
But more than me, it is my loving daughters who are puzzled (as opposed to thrilled :( ).
And I really wonder why, when they have a loving mom at home, ready to give them all the time in the world.
Who is ready with healthy stuff whenever they are hungry (Yuck!).
The kind of mother they always envied-you know the ones who keep their homes sparkling. (Nooooo, you can’t fine me for the messy cupboard, you asked me only to clean the room)
A mom eager to play Badminton with them (Hey, we can’t count playing with you as free time).
A mother ready to guide them with their studies (No, You can’t open my school bag without permission. It’s Private).
A mother ready to talk whenever they want to..(That’s Ok, but I still need to talk to my friend whom I play with everyday, and who lives just a floor below, for 20 mins on the phone).
Someone who is ALWAYS there for them…(OH GOD! So what happens to internet time…)
Is it already too late, I wondered. Did I make a mistake..
And then Aurora piped in:
That’s just not fair. (the favorite phrase of the moment). You send us to school and then you can read books, watch TV, go back to sleep..
I wan’t to be a stay at home kid too!
I should be heartbroken at their response. The wicked Loverna in me is actually relishing every moment of it.
The mother in me is glad to be there for them…..no matter how they feel about it.
These are the details of my experience as a HSBC Credit Card holder. You can help me and possibly many others like me by circulating this link, taking the time to read this post, and advising me on what are my options now.If you are the independent type who believes in not learning from other people’s experiences, please continue using your HSBC Credit Card.26th April 2009After a long day out the previous day, as I was keeping away all the shopping and arranging my bag-I notice that my credit card pouch is missing. I go down, check in the car, all around the house and then not to take any risks, call up the Banks.ICICI assures me there has been no misuse, blocks the card.HSBC-yes there has been a series of transactions-of amounts adding up to approx 10K,, blocks the card and advices me to log a complaint with the police and drop a copy of that complaint to the nearest branch or ATM.I drop everything I was doing to rush and do all that.I couldn’t submit the papers to HSBC because there…
I am starting to write my own
story here. First, because my primary source
of inspiration-my conversations (aka tirades, rants, clashes, slugfests) are so
few and far between with the girls moving to boarding school. Second (or maybe this is the
primary reason) because as formal studies are taking over their life in a
stronger grip (my last post);, I feel as if I am re-living that trauma
again. I wrote this part of the story
first on a post for mycity4kids. Reposting here.. At fifteen, Elena had to decide on her ‘subject-combination’. It took me back to the time when I had to make my choice. I had been for waiting for months for the time where we get to choose which subjects to study. I loved History and Literature and Geography. The combination wasn’t ‘available’ in our school so I had to pick the nearest available package. I think it was History, English and Home Science. My parents were aghast. Their well-wishers (extended family, neighbors, friends, friends of friends, families and all)…
(This post is a continuation of my story from the earlier post This happened a generation ago. I have tried very hard not
to repeat my parents’ mistakes. But I am sure; I have made plenty of different ones.
I just hope that my daughters deal with them in a better way than I did. )
Mummy meant well. Being a teacher, she was well-informed about the benefits of CBSE
over the archaic state board syllabus and so she changed my school in 11th
standard. Yes she also wanted me to be away from the strong peer pressure, my
existing group of friends, and begin again as a focused student. I did not want to be a focused student. Getting better marks
on subjects I anyway didn’t want to study didn’t make much sense. As a teenager
who drew on the company of her friends for oxygen, it felt like the end of life
to be forced to cope without them. (My imagination and my
emotions were always dramatic (rather melodramatic) as per conventional norms.
But that’s how I think and feel. Yeah, even now J.) I did try…