Six! yep thats your age now. Like your Calcutta thatha said that day ‘What? she cant be six years, she is still one two theeeee in my eyes :)’
Yep darling, six you are. Now a class one student. A big girl. I cant believe it myself.
You have become independent in most cases. Except for the time when you cried buckets because Amma had to go to office last Friday. And just after the day I wrote that you are getting to be independent. Your Appa laughed at me, saying whatever I write on the blog, it becomes a panvati 🙂 So true 🙂
But you are a responsible kid now.
We have our fights almost everyday, but ours are better than your’s and Appa’s. You guys fight for everything and anything. I must admit, I am dreading when you turn into a teen. Who is going to referee between both of you? Definitely not me 🙂
You love fruits and you love fried stuff as well. Vada Pav, Pav bhaji and cheese dosa are your favorite food and you dont mind eating dosas for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Your love for idlis has waned except when your Barodu thathi makes them with her sambhar 🙂
Your teachers claim that you are the only kid in the class who finishes off her lunch box without any fuss. But you know what, I think thats jinxed. You have started to get fussy about food. I dont want this, I dont like this, yaada yaada. I insist you are getting nothing special for yourself. But then you either live on fruits and curd or just dont eat anything. But hey, I repeat, unless you are really sick, ma is not going to make any special food for anyone in the house okay?
You can read two alphabet and three alphabet words with ease now..but you are just not ready to pick up a story book, much to my despair. I had imagined a daughter who would compete with me in reading, but I guess, its just something you arent interested in. I have stopped pushing you, giving you some space. May be a bit later in life you will learn the true joy of having a book in hand.
Your love for dancing continues and Appa says you have a natural flair for it. yaa may be, not sure, but then I hope you just love doing it. At least you dont have to worry about weight loss later in life eh?
You love watching TV. Dora, Doremon, Minnie Mouse, sigh! For all the time I kept you away from TV for the first four years of your life, you are getting to seeing it with a vengeance. I dont know how to get you to stop it. WE of course, have strict hours and programs but sigh! I must resign myself to the fact that you love watching TV!
I am astounded at the times, you are able to remember songs (hindi movie ones!) and shlokas (Thanks to Barodu thathi) so effortlessly. You will do really well in the Indian education system because you are good at learning by rote :):) I dont want that though…lets see
You surprise me with your care of others at times. The way you worry about small children, poor kids its really surprising. I hope you continue to be this nice person.
And you are turning the two strands of hair which are remaining on my head, completely grey. You cry, throw tantrums, complain, make a fuss. It really really makes me upset at times, but I guess, its all a part of the growing up process.
Day before yesterday, I slapped you for the first time in your life…Two hard slaps on your cheeks. You did a very dreadful thing and I just couldnt bear it when a child’s mom told me that your daughter has no manners and doesnt know how to talk. Yep, what you told that aunty (dont bring your son down, he is always crying) was totally uncalled for and totally out of place. You had no business telling her that. Even if he came and dashed the cycles you and your friend were riding. The aunty is super miffed and I had to apologise to her 100 times for what you did. Fight darling, but dont be a smart mouth. Thats the worst thing any parent dreads for. I got you up, first tried to teach you calmly, but unfortunately things got out of hand, and you hit me, I dragged you into a bedroom locked the door and slapped you tight. After that you cried for your Calcutta thathi but I didnt let you out. I talked to you, we spoke in detail you apologised, I apologised and in the end you said ‘Amma, you are a good lady, I thought you were a bad lady when you hit me, but really amma, you are a good lady’ Darn, I am getting tears in my eyes even as I write this down. Parenting is very very tough kiddo!
But you know what was the best part, you came up with me the next day to apologise to that aunty. She was shocked. You said you were sorry to her and you said you were sorry to your friend. Things are back to normal and I think you have learnt a hard lesson in life!
You have this wonderful quality of letting go. We fight, we have our tears, but at the end of the whole thing, you just give in. Fine, we will do as you say, you tell me with a defeated air. I think its a wonderful quality, R. When you grow older, you will realise that often, letting go is the best solution to many relationships!
You are still very upset about your skin colour. As per you, only fair people are beautiful and it makes me so so sad that I have to keep telling you that colour of your skin is not in your hands. You asked me one day if you could just remove all your skin like a snake and recoat it with new fair skin. Darling, you are wonderful wonderful wonderful as you are, dont ever fret about the colour of your skin. You are a wonderful chocolate brown. Just yummy looking! Sigh! I am hoping some day you will realise that a person is not defined by the skin colour at all!
And as you turned six on Saturday, you managed to clean the washbasin in the bathroom to perfection (I am overlooking the fact that you managed to wet yourself completely!) and cut cucumbers into round round pieces under my supervision for your sandwich, despite your dadi saying no…I think its fine kanna, as long as you are careful and do stuff under our supervision, I think its fine that you have started helping out at home 🙂
Six already…I was thinking of writing you a six point letter, but honestly my fingers just typed this out by themselves. Wishing you a super duper year ahead and just stop biting the nails and crying at the drop of a hat okay kiddo?
loads of love