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Archives: May 2010
When I undid the top button, I happened to make the mistake of saying that in our school days when someone did their button up so tight, we found it funny…here is what happened next:
Kate: “Your time mummy. Don’t talk about your time”
Me (offended): “Why? What’s wrong with my time?”
Kate: “That was ages ago. Who cares? It’s different now”
Me (defensive now): “I don’t think so. You think I didn’t wear these kind of clothes. I did”
Kat gave up on me after that giving me that ‘she’ll never understand’ expression so better keep shut!
Thankfully we reached the Lobby just in time for the conversation to take a new turn.
I simply cannot believe that it has been that many years since I left school and that my own daughter, only 10 yrs old now thinks that I am ancient!. She loves me to bits and all that but when it comes to clothes, she doesn’t trust me – she thinks I don’t know fashion – I don’t belong to her time – am I a dinosaur?
The only irony I see here is that I thought the same about my mother but I remember not being 10yrs – I was older when I started thinking on these lines. I think till about 15yrs, my mother knew ‘everything’ – of course after that it changed overnight, as if by magic. Poof!
I never thought once how my mother must have felt when I said the exact same things to her 20 yrs ago – it must have hurt her as much as it hurt me today…
“You’ll realise this when you become a mother “ – I never knew what this meant when my mother got upset with me and said this to me over and over again – I understand this fully well today…
Little Kit has this habit of coming into our room whenever she wakes up – this could be 10 minutes after she’s gone to bed or 1pm or even 3am or like this morning since 5am! I kept sending her back but she kept coming back till I gave up at 5:30am when she decided she wanted to sit on my lap while I worked on the computer! What is funny about her coming into our room is that she does not come alone, she spends a minute or two in her own room gathering some toys (sometimes a decent number of them) and then she makes a royal entry into our room after opening the door with a bang (in the middle of the night) with her entourage…today was annoying because she found this long, lost Fisher Price doggy from the time when she was a crawling baby (I remember hiding it somewhere so God knows how much time she spent in her room finding this toy this morning!)…so when she entered our room it was with that annoying tick, tick, tick of a silly, smiling doggy and trust me this is a sound you do not want to wake up to in the morning!
The best part of all this is the way Kit wakes me up – some days (or nights) she will not bang the door – she will enter the room noiselessly and will simply stand by my side as I sleep blissfully. As if sensing her presence, I always wake up and least to say, my first reaction is extreme fright (as you can imagine if you see someone standing so close to you when you least expect them to!) – Other days she will come and touch her little fingers on my lips or face – again noiselessly but again equally scary!!
Funny enough…although we have a video monitor installed in her room, it does not seem to pick her movements (setting is on sensitive) – has Kit found a way to fool that too?
Looking forward to Kit growing up? Not sure…she looks adorable and I love her in this size so far.
Food for thought: How does your child wake you up in the middle of the night or are you one of the envious lot who sleep right from beginning to end…if so, how did you establish your perfect routine?
Kit: “Mummy, you know what this is?”
Me (dazed and wondering where I went wrong and what this world is coming to!): “No”
Kit (matter of factly): “Goobies. These are my Goobies”. She has that expression on her face which I now see when she watches the prince kiss the princess etc...
I look at Kit like she is someone else’s child, not mine. We have never used such language at home and still she speaks it better than any word I have ever taught her! Amazing! The pronunciation may be slightly improper but anyone with a slight use of the English language will know what she was referring to.
I wonder where she picked this from and wonder what ‘new word’ lies ahead – by the way, …the goobies still remain the goobies…somehow for a 3 year old this reference will do for now – we’ll cross the bridge when we come to it!