Saturday, May 9, 2009


I got a rather pleasant surprise this morning!!! Pleasant because normally I wake up to a household that seems to be in the perennial grip of a host of problems that could shake the combat boots off a seasoned general! Twins bashing each other over a ridiculous toy called scoobies. Maids mouthing off over which one of them works the hardest (I told them it was me) or Hubby dear quietly jazzing off whenever a catastrophe threatens to erupt, and so on. So this Sunday, when I woke up to the melodious chirping of birds and the aroma of fragrant tea, I honestly thought I had died and gone to heaven…
‘Happy Mother’s Day!’ the twins burst into my bedroom and jolt me back to reality. ‘We love you mommy! For the bestest Mommy in the whole wide world!’ two mushy crayoned cards, a box of my favorite Ferraro Rocher chocolates, a bottle of wine, red roses…I never got so much attention on my birthdays! I chock up with happiness. I am finally being recognized, applauded for my parenting skills! Could this be true? This is proving too much for me to handle. I gulp nervously. All those times I have been down right mean and nasty to my kids comes back in a horrible, blinding flash. I stumble out bed, feeling more Monster than Mommy Material and take a good, long, hard look at myself in the mirror. The mirror shivers and shakes as it begins to delve into my soul. I’m back to the moment I first held my babies in my arms…. So soft and cuddly, so helpless and small. So annoying when they stayed up bawling all night long. Diaper duties, feeding frenzies, numbing routines that made you scream. The first word spoken would be your name, you dream. But it was Dad and at that, you did scream. Time flies like a winged beast, fast and furious with every step. In a heart beat, life changes, and your little baby is all grown up… I’m back to the present, shaken and stirred. Strangely, there’s a zing in the air. I’m no longer a tired, worn out, fed up, grouchy, grumpy, soccer Mom who cooks and cleans all day wondering, hoping, and praying fervently for her brood to just grow up and leave her in peace! Instead, I see a person who’s been blessed with the most wonderful gifts from the Universe... Suddenly, their messy rooms look like Picasso’s studio. Their incessant questioning is another Einstein emerging. And their swimming obsession is a Phelp in the making... I can hear my kids fighting over those dratted scoobies again. And Laxmi Bai is screeching her lungs off trying to separate the bloodthirsty rivals. I take a deep breath and step into the battlefield vowing that from now on, I am going to be more Fun than Frumpy when it came to battles over Video games and French Fries. ‘Who wants to go McDonalds?’ ‘Mom’s lost her marbles’ I can hear them whispering excitedly, battle forgotten. Laxmi Bai opens her mouth to object to this utterly, unacceptable idea. ‘Take chutti today Laxmi Bai…it’s Mother’s Day’ I announce grandly, ‘Go and spend time with Pappu…or he’ll grow up too fast for you’
Happy Mother’s Day to my species!