Motherhood, if nothing else, is adventurous. I am sitting on the terrace of my toddler’s playschool next to the fire escape – writing this blogpost. My daughter cries to go to school and I have to wait at the school for as long as it takes before driving her back home. So today, I decided to “optimize” my productivity by bringing the office laptop to the school and get some work done while waiting. Unfortunately, the wireless connection here is not set up properly So, after running past her classroom (lest she sees me and renews her bawling) and trying to connect to the wi-fi on the staircase, I finally find myself sitting in a room on the terrace. Of course, security norms here require the terrace door to be locked – so that means that when I have to go down to pick up my kid – I have to run down the fire escape
The other day, Shriya (that’s my 2 year old) decided that she wanted to sit in the back seat of the car with her brother, instead of her usual car seat. My older one , is quite responsible and assured me that he would hold her tight. So, we set off on our adventurous 5 minute drive to the library with my 2 year old daughter and 6 and a 1/2 year old son holding hands tightly in the back seat. I found myself looking back at every speed breaker and every traffic signal to ensure that they are fine. The whole uneventful journey ended ironically with Shriya falling off the seat after I had parked the car! And, before you go ahead and judge me as careless, let me tell you that the incident made her feel all grown-up and happy – so at it was well worth it.
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The final adventure story for today is that of the typical Bengaluru monsoon. It had started becoming cloudy and was time to pick up my son at the bus stop. The bus was due at 3:45pm and it was already 3:40pm. So I woke up my daughter and picked up 3 umbrellas before rushing off to the bus stop. The rains suddenly started pouring down on us, accompanied by heavy winds – making the 2 minutes walk to the main gate seem like a trek in the slushy rain forests ! My daughter’s stroller swung out of control, and 2 of my umbrellas flew out of my hands 200 metres away. Feeling stranded, I decided to throw caution to the winds and risk exposing myself to cold and cough. We both ran down in the rains enjoying the pitter patter on our faces to find a smiling boy get off the bus proudly telling me that he has his raincoat on and will not get wet. Of course, typical to Blore weather, the rain stopped as suddenly as it had come and we walked back happily. Both the kids enjoyed stepping into every puddle and were none the worse for it.
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A mother’s job is never done. But how much ever one may complain about it, one thing is for sure – it is never boring! With each new adventure, our kids’ treasure chest of childhood memories gets richer. What is your favourite childhood memory – the one you rely on to perk you up when you are down ?
PS : The playschool which went out of the way to help me balance working and parenting and is trying to get me a wifi connection so that I can “work-from-school” is Magic Puddles – Ravi, thanks a ton !