Some incidents, which are absolutely not connected to each other at all.
The other day, I woke up the brat to pee in the middle of the night. She got up after a lot of cajoling and finally came back and jumped on our bed to sleep. And then she didnt sleep. Rather she was having a very very disturbed sleep. She was tossing and turning. Sucking her thumb, putting her hands in RD’s face. Kicking me big time. I tried to ignore and go to sleep, but she just wouldnt settle down. This continued for almost half an hour and I was too disturbed to ignore it.
Then I just told her to stop moving. She opened her eyes a crack and said ‘Kya Amma?’
I said, ‘R stop moving’ Here is the chadar. I covered her and kept my hands on her chest, tapping slowly.
She looked at me again, smiled in her sleep. Then slowly all her restlessness disappeared. Her breathing evened. She clutched my thumb and held it tight. Then she settled into a dreamless sleep without moving an inch. All in a matter of 5 minutes. Thats when I realised, that a parent’s touch can work wonders for a child. That a child trusts a parent so easily. And that having a child is DEFINITELY a HUGE responsibility! To be honest, once these thoughts came in mind, I really couldnt sleep for a long time. Parenting, I tell you, is a very very tough job!
RD had gone out of station for a weekend. When he came back, R told him to tell her in detail about the ENTIRE journey, including, how he took a rick from the house to the bus stand, what all he did in the bus, what did he eat, what did he do there, how he came back, yaada yaada.
RD being in the indulgent father, told her in detail, including telling her how many times he had chai on the way and what he had for dinner and breakfast.
She kept asking phir phir?
And then suddenly the man I married says ‘Okay R, lets test this. I will ask you four questions about my trip and you will have to answer at least three correctly. If you do, then I know you have been listening properly’
This from a man, who doesnt bother ONE teeny bit about asking her questions related to her exams. While I was just picking up my jaws which had dropped to the ground, the brat I bore in my womb for 9 months, actually AGREED! I mean,she agreed to answer his questions.
And while I was picking up my jaw, the man asked her 4 questions and she answered all of them correctly!
I really give up on this duo, I tell ya!
Monday morning rush hour. I rush to pick up my bag from the bed room while RD is dressing there. He sees me shove everything into my bag. A plastic, some book, some stuff.
He pauses for a second, and then without batting an eyelid he says ‘Your bag is like Hermione’s! I am sure you need magic to figure out what’s inside eh?’
Now, is that a compliment?? *still wondering*
And on reading Scribby’s blog, I wrote this comment there
So my aunt is making R write words from A to Z, just for fun. She writes stuff like Ant, ball, doll, etc until we come to Y. And then she says ‘Thathi, Y for Yo-yo…and then takes a pause, and goes, Yo-Yo Honey Singh’ !!! I give up really!