I guess the brat is growing up. She doesnt seem to need me 24 by 7. While the practical human being in me is all happy about it, you know, looking forward to me time and all that, some part of me, does feel a bit weird.
R went on a trip to Sabarimalai with RD. She climbed the malai by herself, she had hurt her big toe really bad, but that didnt stop her from racing to the top. She was one of the first to reach the temple and climbed it bare feet. She didnt speak to me for 4 days. They left on Saturday with the group and then went to like some 100 temples in Kerala and then climbed the malai on Wednesday. The brat spoke to me on Thursday morning. And I will be lying if I say I didnt miss hearing her voice or screaming at her. For four days, she didnt talk to me, ask for me or even bother about me. Which is great you know, I mean, she is independent but the mother in me feels a bit unwanted eh? Talk about being sentimental. But again, I would be lying if I say that I didnt enjoy the 1 week of solitude. I did. I enjoyed the peace and quiet without the father and daughter fighting and arguing about everything under the earth!
Of course, once she came back from the malai, she stuck to me like glue and asked me why I couldnt go with her to malai next year, yaada yaada…but on the whole, it has been fine.
Today morning, when I left for office (the inlaws were going to drop her to daycare) she just waved to me and said bye amma. I must admit, I was a bit shocked. I should be really happy you know. I expected myself to look back at the time when she would cling to me, cry her heart out and then saying Amma mat jaao…actually not. I am very happy she said bye happily :):)
Now a days, we have kids playing in our building downstairs. Its a surprise. For years, no kids played down, but suddenly this summer has seen loads of kids of different age groups mixing, playing, shouting, fighting…R is eager to come back from daycare. She reaches at 7, and rushes down to play. And then comes up not before 8.30 or 8.45 PM that too after much cajoling, threatening, shouting, crying from both ends. Which means effectively I spend hardly 2 hours with her in a day. But does she miss me? No she doesnt. She is happy, she is enjoying and she is having fun.
As children grow up, they depend lesser and lesser on their parents. Its a fact of life. I am glad in a way, because it makes me feel great looking forward to some me time for myself.
Just wished she had lesser friends in the building though. She wants a party this year, as she turns six. We have successfully avoided one for 5 years now. But this year, she is adamant on calling her building friends. Which are a LOT! Someone save me!
More on the growing up part in coming posts 🙂