An emotional overdose.

The Sports Day in school is over.Another major event ticked off the list.The last two days have been eventful and very busy.What with the practices for the upcoming Ladies’ club which we would be hosting next week,the Sports Day practices and Perky’s ill health.

Yes,the evening before her Sports Day,Perk had a bout of vomiting and loose motions along with high fever.I couldn’t take the day off as I was compering the event.So next morning I dressed up a visibly weak looking child and handed her over to the class teacher.I asked her not to participate in the race if she didn’t want to.Perk had continually been winning the race or coming in the second place throughout the heats.It was rather sad for me that she would not be participating in the Final Race.

Anyways,I went about putting my children in order for their events and ultimately headed towards the microphone.The events flew by one by one.Ultimately it was time to announce the race where Perk would have participated.And to my surprise she was right up there in  line with her friends.She hardly had had a bite since the evening before and had thrown up six to seven times.I was all teary eyed when I saw her run at the sound of the whistle.I closed my eyes and said a short prayer .When I opened my eyes once again I saw that her name was among the winners.She had come Third and won the bronze medal.My heart swelled  with pride.I hugged and held her close as soon as I was free.Words failed me and instead tears rolled down my cheeks..Seeing me Perk asked,”Mamma,I know you are not happy because I did not come First.”

“Not at all Darling.I am proud that you went up and ran the race.”

These little moments remain etched in your heart forever and I am currently having an overdose of them.

How I want my girls to grow up?

I ask myself this question a thousand times over.What do I expect from them?  Am I a good mother to my daughters?Yes,I think I am.

I do not follow any rule book on parenting,I haven’t read any till date.My kids are my kids.I raise them the way I want to.Nothing or nobody has the right to dictate or teach me on how to raise my girls.There is no right or wrong way of raising kids.But how you raise your kids in their growing up years definitely decides what kind of person they grow up to be. I want to bring up my daughters to be good human beings first and foremost.I do not understand or appreciate the modern concept of being your child’s best friend.I am happy to be their mother and that’s what I shall be.I am entitled to scold them,tick them off,punish them,even scream and shout when the need arises.That doesn’t mean in any way that I do not love my girls.They are my life but I am there as a mother in their lives for a purpose. And my purpose is to raise grounded and wonderful people.I am there to bring out the best in them.Somewhere down the years,after they cross their teens ,I am sure they would understand that those moments hurt me too.That all those reprimands were not without reason.

Another concept that I strictly disagree with is that if your child is not tech-savvy or cellphone friendly,he or she would not fit into this world.Excuse me!I would rather my daughter reel of names of flowers or trees as she goes with me for a walk.I would rather she sits in a corner holding a book in her hands than play some meaningless games on a Tablet.We didn’t have such gadgets in our growing up years and we did just fine without them,No,my girls do not need to know about Facebook or Twitter.I would rather take them to a zoo or a park rather than while away their childhood walking through malls.I would appreciate if they could just sit down and make a card for their grandparents or write a letter to them instead of sitting in front of the computer.They will have enough of screen time later on in life.Just not now,when I have the privilege of raising them according to myself.

I enjoy every moment I spend with my girls and I hope and pray that they feel the same about me,if not now,then probably when they grow up.The day I realise that my job as a mother is over would be  the day when I would relish being their best friend with whom they can share all their secrets and stuff!

Keeping mumma on her toes..

Perk is an unusually active child(that is an understatement). She cannot sit in one place.She cannot entertain herself with one piece of toy for more than 5 minutes.If the house is creepily silent  for more than ten minutes,you can guess she is up to some mischief.I leave you with some  pictures with the hope that I can gain some of your sympathies.

She takes immense pleasure in handling things which belong to Munch,

And to hooo

Hiding after completely squashing mumma's lipstick

Can the keyboard be left on its own..

Ting-tong goes the bell at all odd hours..

Need more evidence.?Wait till I get them together for you.