There was a tough month last year, where I was the designated nurse to everyone's pain, ranging from a near slip disc to a bad bout of viral.
Of course, since the Murphy guy was stalking me, I had to fall sick too, with a fever and the cold. Right in the middle of the14yr-old's final exams.
*PJ alert
Q: Why does the school schedule the final exams right before the christmas holidays?
A: That's to make sure we have truly truly deserved the holidays!
*Over
:P
So I felt terrible, the cold had made me sound unintelligible and my vocal skills were being truly tested by the boys.
In frustration, I screamed (if you call that guttural noise which emanated from me a scream)
"I'm fed up. That's It! I'm going to the Himalayas"
"What did you say?" two voices screamed back in unision...
I hollered out again" You guys are troubling me so much, that i want to go to the himalayas"
The big boy, all of 14, came out from his study area and said in his trademark deadpan style "What? you are going to the Mallyas, YUCK, you should have better taste, amma!"
*Sigh
"Go back and put your nose back in your history books" I remember saying...hiding a smile.
It strikes me again, as it has been for the past few months, that this equation between us has changed tremendously. There is this ease between us, and it is a lovely change from the disciplining mode.Ofcourse he's 4inches taller than my 5.6 self and that by itself has tilted the balance in his favor. See, it makes it so difficult to see eye to eye with someone who is taller than you :/
There are times where we laugh at each other, and there are days when we are having a screaming match.
There are many times I have to remind myself that I am the parent here, there are days when it gets frustrating, especially when you feel like you are the only one talking, there are days when it gets scary, because you don't know whether what you are doing is the right thing or not, but most days it's pretty good.
And I wish to myself that even though some days seem too tough and disheartening to get by, the good moments far outnumber the sad ones and that we come out of it all, stronger and wiser from all that life doles out, in the name of teenage angst and parenting fundas.
Of course the wisest perspective sometimes comes from your very own miniature creations.
The nine yr. old recently consoled me with this gyan "Its okay amma, if I take AGES to do this, it is all part of the learning process!" *never mind that we were talking about homework here!
Once I picked up my jaw from the floor, I couldn't but nod vigorously in agreement.
Of course, since the Murphy guy was stalking me, I had to fall sick too, with a fever and the cold. Right in the middle of the14yr-old's final exams.
*PJ alert
Q: Why does the school schedule the final exams right before the christmas holidays?
A: That's to make sure we have truly truly deserved the holidays!
*Over
:P
So I felt terrible, the cold had made me sound unintelligible and my vocal skills were being truly tested by the boys.
In frustration, I screamed (if you call that guttural noise which emanated from me a scream)
"I'm fed up. That's It! I'm going to the Himalayas"
"What did you say?" two voices screamed back in unision...
I hollered out again" You guys are troubling me so much, that i want to go to the himalayas"
The big boy, all of 14, came out from his study area and said in his trademark deadpan style "What? you are going to the Mallyas, YUCK, you should have better taste, amma!"
*Sigh
"Go back and put your nose back in your history books" I remember saying...hiding a smile.
It strikes me again, as it has been for the past few months, that this equation between us has changed tremendously. There is this ease between us, and it is a lovely change from the disciplining mode.Ofcourse he's 4inches taller than my 5.6 self and that by itself has tilted the balance in his favor. See, it makes it so difficult to see eye to eye with someone who is taller than you :/
There are times where we laugh at each other, and there are days when we are having a screaming match.
There are many times I have to remind myself that I am the parent here, there are days when it gets frustrating, especially when you feel like you are the only one talking, there are days when it gets scary, because you don't know whether what you are doing is the right thing or not, but most days it's pretty good.
And I wish to myself that even though some days seem too tough and disheartening to get by, the good moments far outnumber the sad ones and that we come out of it all, stronger and wiser from all that life doles out, in the name of teenage angst and parenting fundas.
Of course the wisest perspective sometimes comes from your very own miniature creations.
The nine yr. old recently consoled me with this gyan "Its okay amma, if I take AGES to do this, it is all part of the learning process!" *never mind that we were talking about homework here!
Once I picked up my jaw from the floor, I couldn't but nod vigorously in agreement.
