Friday, October 8, 2021

Feeling It All - Pandemic Thoughts in 2020

 Like Milton wrote

On his Blindness,

do I want to attempt

a consolation to myself?


It has been months now...

the doors have been closed,

windows show a clearer sky

no one to share the view with though.


Doing all the doing that needs to be done,

keeping myself sane through it all.

I see how the kids become moody,

I try and keep myself from falling

Off this tight rope walk.


Keeping busy so the knock is faint

of anything seemingly depressive,

choosing a cheerful frame of mind

for me and mine. 


Waiting for everything to normalize,

the new normal is only inside.

Sifting through my own thoughts,

wanting to make time worthwhile.


If everything is planned,

then there must be something beautiful,

in all this too, so far my eyes have missed to see.

In a way, this blindness and limited view

can only be corrected by Thee.


In time, there would be joyful beginnings,

all over again.

Coz like several other storms,

This Too Shall Pass. 

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Those few moments - 16 Nov 2018

Very Precious to me
just like U are,
those few minutes
when you make me feel
on top of this world.

Times when I want
the Universe to stay as is;
Time to become standstill
and we remain,
just as we are.

I know all mothers love
with a protective shield,
still there are moments
when I feel the delicate
being that you are...
that I wish,
no harsh reality
ever dawns on you, my little one.

I have so many sweet moments
with you, daily.
Moments that tug on the heart strings
asking never to let go.
But we get busy almost immediately
and the longing to capture
the emotional bonding
remains deep within...

When I bathe you
and you giggle, as I
wash your feet and your toes,
when I wrap you up
like a cocoon
and you snuggle upto me,
to kiss my cheek
or better still
keep your wet cheek on mine!

When I am making you eat
and you refuse to finish off
the last few bites,
and then you say,
you would have a last one
for me!

When you play with your toys
asking me to jump in
and you make tea for me
and hand the empty tea cup
oh so gingerly!
I love it when you insist
on setting the table,
bringing in plates
for all of us.

Times when you clean up
the room, picking your
stuff and putting it aside,
and then happily declaring -
"I did the clearing up."
More than the clean up,
I love the sparkle in your eyes
and the look that
demands a hug for a job happily done.

Of course, how can I forget,
when you put your fingers around mine
in your sleep, clasping my hand
within your palm.
Or, putting your arm
around my neck,
making yourself comfortable
in the happy sleepy realization
of your mother sleeping in with you.

Though I gloat over these love-me moments,
there are those in which
you have the hearts of two boys at home
entwined with your caring.

No wonder they say
daughters are special.
Lado - You make me
feel blessed daily.
Quite like your bro
but different nonetheless,
In so many ways...

These are moments non-tradable
with any riches of the world,
the soul-enriching love
that can come only from a child.
My precious,
"Precious" you will always remain.

Being Thoughtful...



7th Nov:
She whispers into my ears
I love you mummy
more than I love bhaiya paapa...
I love u morrreeeee
moreeeeeee moreeeeeeee.....................
u r my sweet cutie mumma.
u loveee me so much, right?
I know :)))

I am your baby know.
when I am big
I will make chai for you
food also
I will do work also
I will go to office?
then when I come back
I take care of you, ok?
I will play with you also
:))))))))))

5 Nov:

Sometimes you are like
sitting on a fence...
wondering, why the cold shoulder.

At other times
you have the confidence
of a trusted partnership.

It's okay,
today this thought
tomorrow this would also take flight.
Don't get affected,
take it light!


4 Nov:

I was saying...
Sarah gets easily impressed;
and he chimes in,
with a grin...
'just like her mom' :P

Mimicry... - 22 Oct 2018

Sometimes when I am trying to teach something to the little one and she continues to do as she pleases (against my instructions); I tell her - "agar samajhna nahin hai toh mat samjho. Jab chot lagegi tab pata chalega..." - Meaning - If you want to disregard what you are being taught, go on. When you get hurt, you will know.

I didn't know even when she is pretending to be her own boss, she is absorbing my words. The other day, she was trying to make Jeshee agree to something. He was not willing to give in and she announces (in a 'I don't care' tone) - "agar samajhna nahin hai toh mat samjho" :)))

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Words...


29 Oct 2018

Close friend going through
loss of a parent...
I only have words to console,
But no heart to say,
few wounds rarely ever heal.

Somehow its different
from all other losses...
The child inside is awakened
in sadness. Bereft.
And there is no looking back.

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The other day,
while chit-chatting with
my 13 year old,
I had a faint feeling;
He wanted me to keep listening,
forget to be a parent!
When my expressions gave away my thoughts,
He says - "Ma chill! It didn't snowball into trouble.
Now - listen happily..."
I forgot whatever I was thinking!

This age is so quick
to absorb weird things.
Temper tantrums may return
just like being hyper has!

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Little one pushing away
the older one, saying -
Mom's lap belongs to me!
I jump in to remind,
Older one is now old
but first came He!
Since he has shared happily,
ever since, Can't she?
Pat comes the reply,
Mom belongs to we!!!
Relieved me. :)

100th Post - Slow Down...

Last two days,
you had been fussy
just before leaving for school...
strange for us,
as its something
U normally never do.

I tried every method
to tackle your mood swing...
I was trying to do
root-cause analysis too!

This morning, you were about to
get started with the sulky mood,
Done with your lazing around,
done with your food...

I casually mentioned,
you could play with water
for a while,
Oh my, how sulk became a smile!

You became so excited
at getting to play
with a bucket of water,
you forgot you were going to
give me a hard time.

And I learnt sweet-heart,
sometimes we need to
slow down the rush hour.
It is such a mood enhancer
when you see your little one
enjoy her age, time no bar.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Spill-over...


29-Aug 2018

Sometimes it's better
to leave things unsaid...
especially when you run the risk
of letting emotions run wild.

------

You came to me crying profusely
about something silly.
Strange, all that pacified you
was a hug, my baby.

------

Earlier, when your team lost
you would be upset for an hour or so...
Teenage has just begun,
And I can see, emotions on the run!

------

After so many years,
saw someone wearing
the kind of shoes you wore...
Something within me stirred,
Missed you.

------

Few days ago, a friend mentioned,
I laugh sometimes to stop from crying...
I was wondering, how many deep pains
within each heart thrive...

------

To dress you up,
I would like to call the shots.
However, you always demand,
"This top and this shorts"
"Ok, mumma?"
Making me feel I am still the Boss?!

------

Just loved it baby...
when I was sick
while wishing me good night,
You asked God
to take away my fever.
Who truly made me recover?


23-Aug 2018

It takes a lot of strength
call it what you may,
to be in a situation
and still, be able to
look far, beyond, and, away.

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Life filled with moments that are spent happily
for children as well as me...
as parents that is all we wish
for our little ones, don't we?

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dard hai toh
ussay bina shikan sambhalna,
isi ko shayad
kehtey hain khul key jeena.


------

Ek nanhi si jaan
uska kya hoga
soch kar hoon pareshaan...
aaj khush hai woh,
bus rahey gum say
aisay hi anjaan.
Khud ki komal bhavnao ko
bana rahey mazbut hum,
sabki dor thaamey
baithey hain na Bhagwan.
Kuch toh socha hoga Unhonay
Baanayengey koi rassta.
Mushkil lag raha jo,
hoga aasan.



02 - 05 Aug 2018

Subh-subh khidki key paas
zor say goonjti
chidiyon ki aawaaz...
aur kuch palon mein
un aawazon mein ghulta
bachchon ki baaton ka shor.
Dono kitney ek samaan,
aaj yahan, kal kahin aur.

------

"Baaed Boyyyyy"
kehker bhaiyon ka mann mohti...
baar baar seediyon sey
uppar-neechey hukum say ley jaati.
Pata nahin woh chotain hain
yaan yeh chutki choti!

------

poori koshish karta Ayush
Sarah ko apni godh mein bhitaney ki.
Lekin yeh, Yash bhaiya ki deewani.


------

Fursat mein bitayey kitney pal
Aur unn palon mein yeh ehsaas...
Bachchon ka bachpan kitni jaldi
bhaag raha hai.
Phir say inn nanhi jaano ko
khud mein sahej loon
inki kahi baaton ko, inki harkaton ko,
inka bachpan hi bus pakad loon...
kyunki bahut jald
yeh fursat bhi phisal jayegi.


------

You say so many sweet things
every single day...
And I wonder my baby,
how and where to keep it all
safe in my memory...
Coz when memory fails me,
will reading it all,
bring back the beautiful moments
in which You bind Me?

------

27-July 2018

All good ideas
start striking the mind
after the event is over.
Happens to U too?

26-July 2018

Missing it sometimes
these days now...
You cuddling in with me.
There are times when in your sleep
you move your palms on my face
and I just love the baby smell
That engulfs the mommy in me!

08-June 2018

Life runs past,
kids grow up fast,
I was going slow
now back to a fast pace...
surprising myself on the go?


Sarah Speaks... June 2018

1. "Highlighter!" - You know the word and you say it so clearly. When I asked you if you wanted to color with it - You stumped me by saying, "nahin, isssey coloring nahin kartay. Book mein light kartay hain" (No, we don't color with this. We 'light' the book with it)

2. "cayle" (for scale)

3. "Aap mujhey maarogay toh nahin na" -- Sometimes, when she is being naughty or fussy, I tell her - "come here" little sternly. She knows the tone so asks me this. As if I beat her otherwise. But by asking this - she ensures the softness within me comes as a smile.

4. "Woh log mujhey ghar lekey aayengey na" -- This she asks about her daycare drop. Irrespective of having explained to her countless times lovingly. One day, I found the best answer. I told her - "The didis in your daycare also have to go home. So, they are not going to keep you there. They will definitely bring you back home safely to us." Finally convinced, she doesn't ask this anymore.

5. "Papa - aap gussa toh nahin ho na" -- She asks this when her father gives her a stare. :) She copies his stare perfectly too!

6. "Mainey bola na" -- Children really copy us more than we think. Sometimes, when she gets angry with me, she talks just like I talk to her when I am angry. She tells me one day, "mainey bola na. Did you licchen (listen)?"

7. "Aap meray paas hi chohogay na" -- This one is my favourite. Times when I am not sleeping in with her, when I am tucking her in, she confirms that I will be sleeping with her. The day she asks this, I am tempted to act like I am sleeping right then, with her!

8. "Aapney khaana kha liya?" -- If I announce that I am sleeping with her (while she goes to sleep), she is always quick to ask me if I have eaten food. I love the concern for me that she shows, more than her happiness, though she is just a child of three!

9. "Aap mujhey lenay aaogay na?" -- This she used to ask when I used to pick her up from the daycare. I loved this confirmation.

10. "Agar koi mujhey maarega toh aap kya karogay? chutney bana dogay na?" -- This shows the faith in the power of her parents. :)

12. "Chicken...pehley chicken khaoonga, pehley mutter khaoonga" -- Always asking for anything that accompanies the main food - rather than the food. If chicken is there on the plate, everything else takes a second seat. Same with peas, carrots, curd, cucumber, onions... The list goes on.

13. "Cucurum" - This is how she says "cucumber". Nowadays, its also "cucubum".

14. "Nonshenshh" -- When she doesn't understand what her brother is asking, she says, "bhaiya is telling nonshenshh (nonsense)". :))

Monday, July 23, 2018

Bonding with Saro... Today and Tomorrow...

You make the space in me feel full,
with your little sweet nothings...
Your teeny meeny concerns
speak louder than your words.

I have been longing to write about you,
about how you came to be mine
and how you have grown,
taking the 3 of us along,
like a powerful emotional tsunami within...

For the life of me,
I can never forget,
though, now, no more I regret,
the way God brought you into my arms.

I was fearful from the time
you came suddenly,
but over time, the fears have given way
to the love of a lifetime.

I remember clearly, when oh so gingerly,
I prayed for us when I held you close,
the second day of your birth.
I was so surprised at you being so small,
but nevertheless, so thankful for all being well.

I knew God had pulled us through,
if not He, who could have?
I am indebted forever
and grateful indeed with every strand of my being.

You may never understand sweetheart
what it meant to be at the verge
of losing it all, and convincing myself
and those around me...
that all will be well.

Now that you and I have been together
happily for last few years,
plus the time you were only mine,
I can recall happily
how excited your bro had been
when you had just arrived.

The first night after you came,
I didn't get enough of you to hold...
and I stayed without you overnight
separately,
that was the toughest so far.
I didnt want to go away
even for myself, dear one;
but I had to...
Thankfully, we returned to each other
and everything that happened before,
became a dream.

If your bro is special to me
being my first born,
you are even more special my dear
for all the joys you have brought along.

You bring so much more meaning
to our lives, with your innocence...
Years may pass and time will fly
I wish we remember your childhood
with this clairvoyance!

Watching the two of you...

July 2018...

Watching you sleep
so peacefully my baby...
wish to continue the rhythm
from within me...

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I call you Laado
I call you Shona, Paato,
Golgappa, Gobi aloo
cheeku, channa meraya
and of course, motiiiiii....
And you put your small arms around me,
cheekily refusing to let me kiss you.
Love your innocence,
and yes, love your arrogance too!
What to do?

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You are growing up just fine,
but I find you lanky now.
Mush is there somewhere
waiting to appear...
Its just teenage beginning for you
and look at what you do,
measuring yourself against me all the time!

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And what's that you do
Dab, dab, dab...
your little sis copying you
In equal madness
you spill around.

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Dame' t'Casito
Fun to watch you two
perform like aliens,
so naturally...


Friday, June 8, 2018

You just started your "Nursery:...
One small step for you,
One leap of Joy for me!


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Time to unwind and be grateful all over again...

Don't know where to start from. Beginning to see my little daughter bloom just like my son had been... The transformation of a newborn to a baby is so unique and thrilling that everything else takes a second seat.

Just grateful to God for the blessings... The strings of the heart are once again being pulled by myriad emotions and I hope, I will make time to capture precious moments of loving my children, as I help them grow.


Thursday, January 19, 2012

Back after a year and half!

Once again... coming back to writing about life... Plan to be regular hereafter. :) Lots to update!

Sahil's grown up and work has finally become what I always longed it to be...

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Because KIDS's emotions really matter!

I got this story as a forward few times. I loved the way it is written and more than that, it pictures so aptly how one must 'allow' himself to feel for others, especially kids. Read on, if you have some patience and excuse this post if you have read the story before.

*****

At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
 "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.

 The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood  that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

 At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

 However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

 Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman' s head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"

 As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
 "That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world".

 Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Review - "Over the Rainbow" Collection of Plays

Yeah, this one is for me and my friends... and maybe the kids and parents of the kids who were a part of the "Over the Rainbow" collection of plays.

In 3 words - "It was AWESOME!"

As the same plays were showcased on all the three days (2/3/4 July 2010), I watched it all on all the days and still, just have one thing to say - It was worth watching. Not because my son was a part of "Noddy" but because it was a collection showcased by kids of all age-groups. It was delightful to watch cute "Noddies" (there were two 'Noddy' characters as the skit was a long one), Mr Sparks (Nikhil), Tessie Bear, Big Ears (Sahil) and of course, Sly (Neil) and Gobbo. Both the "Noddy" boys were cute little fellows, though Adam (the first Noddy) was such a roly-poly that one would fall in love with him by just watching him in Noddy's outfit.Let me put the snaps of "Noddy" characters here. I didn't get them all, but here it is...

Sahil - Backstage

 Noddy

Noddy and Tessie Bear

Noddy - Waiting for a friend
Give it to me, Sly!
Noddy with Mr. Sparks!
Noddy and Big Ears - Video


The show started with a boy around 6/7 years old addressing the crowd. This opening was followed by a song from 'Ciara'. She sang it in a very soothing voice and set the mood for remaining silent happily. Then came 'Noddy and the Listening Game'.

This was played by kids only 5/6 years old but the way they carried themselves and the play, you would look twice to convince yourself. Nikhil was very cute as Mr Sparks when he mumbled his lines (he was the youngest of the lot, I guess); ending it with "Busy, Busy, Busy." It was fun to watch him go backwards to exit the stage, instead of going over to the other end. :)

When Noddy characters took over from one another, the first Noddy was to give second Noddy his cap and exit the stage. On the first two days, it was a faultless transition. On the last day, the cap was forgotten to be handed over. :( But you know, as we parents and relatives waited, wondering what would the second Noddy do (when Martha monkey walks upto him and makes sounds by touching the pom-pom of his cap)... the kids outsmarted us! Even though the second Noddy's cap was absent, Martha monkey enacted her part pretending the cap was very much there!! I truly didn't expect this finesse and was pleasantly surprised. The audience clapped as I am sure, they were as happy as I was that the kids didn't go bizarre.

The first day of the show, my dear Sahil slipped and feel just as he entered onto the stage. I was sorry and wondering if he would forget his lines due to the accident. He had forgotten his story once during Story-telling as he was pushed onto stage at his school. As I waited, my son picked himself up quickly and perfomed his part without any miss! Wasn't I excited, boy!

The fun was still to continue. As he went backstage after his role-play, forgetting that he is wearing the mike on his clothes, he announced to his teacher, "Ma'am, I just slipped and I fell." It was funny to hear the backstage dialogue while Noddy was going on the stage. :)

Tessie Bear, Martha Monkey, Goblins, Mr. Plod (and everyone else) played their roles with perfection. Of course there was a child-like curiosity as to when what would happen... but it was a different world altogether. Watching kids enact their lines was a treat.

After Noddy, it was time for "Oliver Twist".
.... To be continued.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

OVER THE RAINBOW - By BOARDWALKERS THEATRE FOUNDATION



The BOARDWALKERS THEATRE FOUNDATION presents ... "Over the Rainbow", an evening of enchanting musicals.

Featuring excerpts from "SOUND OF MUSIC", "CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY", "OLIVER TWIST" and "NODDY".

Museum Theatre, Egmore.
July 2nd/3rd and 4th.
7 p.m.

Tickets: Rs 100/-, 150/- and 200/- available at Landmark, Odyssey and Fruitshop.

P.S: Sahil plays a small role in "Noddy". :)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Getting Valuated!

Recent Ones:

1. When I picked up my son from school and wanted to surprise him, I told him, "I have made 'Fried Rice' for you today." He surprised me (with his limiting thinking of my cooking talent) by asking me, "Ohhhhhh.... You know to make 'Fried Rice' mumma?" :(

2. The other day I was announcing to my husband that being a North-indian wife, I love to make 'Aloo Parathas' for him and our son. I realized that maybe I was being boastful when I said to my hubby, "Sahil and I love the aloo parathas with curd. Its only you who doesn't like it with curd." Our son was quick to respond, "Mumma, I also am not liking it so much. I am 'managing' what you are making me eat. Really."

I was shocked at the choice of words, the 'managing' and 'not liking'. :( Luckily, my sadness was short-lived as hubby agreed that the food wasn't that bad!

Friday, June 25, 2010

Legalising Surrogacy

I read through an article the other day about a proposal to legalize Surrogacy. Earlier, I have read posts of my friends; some of who equate surrogacy to a crime, and others who think that the gift of a baby is worth the emotional turbulence.

I find myself incapable of taking a stand in this regard. As a mother, I know the joy and love that holding a baby in the womb brings. That's the reason why I can't imagine the pain a woman would bear, after bearing a baby and then having to give it away. Irrespective of the conditions attached.

Yeah, one may argue, if she is emotionally weak, let her not go in for something like this. This is definitely not the job for the faint-hearted. But, hey, when did 'bearing a kid' become a job? Exactly. It hasn't been too long that the wombs have started to be rented out. For all the emotional hurdles a girl learns to put up with, this might seem the toughest. Worse still, if it is the 'family pressure' that's going to make women rent out their wombs. Why else would anyone, otherwise?

It's very difficult to remove emotional attachments from the issue. Yes, at least for the 'surrogated baby' the woman would be 'truly cared for' during her pregnancy - and 'paid' to have had the courage to spend nine months and more fussing over the baby she would eventually give up. Of course, one woman's loss would be another woman's gain. In that regard, the baby-giving could be compared to a blessing.

In olden days, mothers might have lost their newborns to some or the other health complication, every now and then. Now, when the situation is slightly better, by forcing people to take sufficient care of the mom-to-be and the baby-to-be - we are providing options like 'bringing a life and giving up the same' for a 'price'.

From another perspective, when you lack a bond and you feel the loss - it is natural to search for options. Some may find adoption a better choice (it is, considering the fact that the 'child' is already born and needs a bond too). However, when the facility to 'bear your own' (at the expense of someone else) exists, and one can 'afford' the same, why not? Either way, it is an emotional decision to make. It is easy for anyone to argue this way or that - trying to 'be in the right'; but almost killing for someone standing at that juncture - hoping/wishing/praying.

The other day when I was thinking about this, somehow I was reminded that don't we accept a 'kidney-donor'? Do we look at them (the borrower and the donor) with disgust? Why then, this seems so much more painful? Because, I am a woman too? Because, I know a woman would need to kill herself emotionally before giving away the baby she has mothered? I don't know... [On thinking more about this, I realized, it could be because - we don't feel the kidney growing within us, giving us a sense of fulfillment.)

One thing is for sure. The policy, if it comes into force, would have clauses for:
1. Women's Health
2. Number of Children one can surrogate (legally)
3. Pre-natal and Post-natal care
4. Compensation (minimum legality)

We must not forget any anti-depression treatment that the women may need, not just for a year or two after the deal. The scars may never heal and there could be moments when women would feel the loss, even years after the baby's gone. Ask any old woman how many kids she has had. You will get an answer inclusive of the blue babies who didn't survive long. Such is motherhood.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The "Elephant" Experience...

Oooooooo! For the first time ever, my son saw a living elephant so closely! I
clicked some snaps...will put them up tomorrow morning first thing. Gotto rush to
cook, didn't want this day to pass off without me noting what fun it was for the
little fellow to see the "Bigggggggg" elephant.

Afterwards, while going on the bike enjoying the cold breeze (yeah, its cold out here in Chennai since its raining now and then since yesterday.); I asked my son how he felt. He says - "Happy. That is opposite of Sad. Like Big is opposite of small." I just joked, "Sahil is small, elephant is Big." He announced, "You are making me sad. I am not small, I did not stand near elephant leg know, so I am not small. Shall we check the height?"

Of course, I had to convince him, even if I stood next to the elephant, elephant
would seem taller/bigger than me! Phew! He was finally 'okay' about being 'small'. :) And to say he is only a five year old... :PPP

Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Boy Nobody No's

Came across a beautiful poem that makes it crystal clear that even when you love your kids, it is perfectly alright to deny them some things. As parents, we do know what's for the best and still, there are times when we give in to the happy feeling that comes, when we let kids have their way.

This poem has a simple touchy feeling that allows 'forever-agreeing' parents to learn to 'dis-agree' and at the same time, comforts the parents who are forever watchful of their own parenting style, wondering if they are right in saying 'No' to their kids. Let me know what you think.

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Not so long ago, and not so far away
There was a little boy named Randy.
Now this little boy was a source of true joy,
To his Mom and Dad and family.

But Randy grew up in a curious way,
That some may consider best
For this little boy, unlike most little boys,
Received any and all requests.

He would want to do this, or ask to do that,
And his parents would never say "no";
They loved him so much and really believed
This was the perfect way to grow.
Things seemed to be fine for quite a long time,
And Randy's parents were proud
Then this little boy, who once was a joy,
Threw tantrums in front of a crowd.

His parents would try to quiet him down,
But he would just not be still
He did as he pleased, and no one would dare
To ever cross Randy's will.

They mumbled and stumbled for words to explain
Randy's shockingly rude displays
And all the worst tantrums seemed to be saved
For Christmas and holidays!

But then in the spring, ---- a wonderful thing,
An event , that opened their eyes
It happened in May, on a cool, rainy day
(Sometimes joy can be pain in disguise.)

Randy's friend came to play, and he stayed the whole day,
He and Jim had a wonderful time
When all of a sudden Jim got up to leave,
And started to say his "good byes".

It was getting near night, his friend Jim was polite
But he finally had to say,
"My dad said come home when it starts to get dark
So I'll have to be on my way.”

He left Randy there at the top of the stairs,
Then much to Jim's surprise;
He heard Randy crying, saw a few toys go flying
He just couldn't believe his eyes.

"Oh, let him go home!" Randy screamed all alone,
"I'll be sad and unhappy... who cares!"
Randy didn't know, that his dad was at home,
And heard the whole thing from downstairs.

His dad's heart was grieved, he just couldn't believe
Randy's awful behavior that day
He wanted to talk, so they went for a walk,
And discovered some things on the way.

Randy spoke first, "Jim's dad is the worst,
Who could have a daddy so mean!
I know if I said I wanted to stay,
You'd never make me have to leave!"

His dad then thought back on his own early years,
His father was tender, but tough;
And seemed to be able to balance the two—
Could it be that just love's not enough?

That's when it came clear, who was at fault here,
And Randy was not to blame
As hard as it was to admit to himself
He didn't raise Randy the same.

He turned to his son and regretfully said,
"I've done an injustice to you
By letting you go, never telling you 'no'
But now I see what to do

I was brought up to mind my own dad,
And I knew he loved me so
But there were many times, in love, He had to tell me 'no'!

Now there were tears, but through the years
A bond between us grew;
I'd like to think that someday
You'll say the same of me and you!

I love you so much, but love needs to be tough,
And I should be teaching you how
To handle yourself when faced with a 'no'
Do you think we could start over now?"

Randy thought long on all that was said,
And one thing he did know for sure;
That someday he wanted to be like his dad
He smiled and said, "Yes, Sir".

As they walked home, on that memorable night,
A father and son at their best;
They talked of the lessons of love in a "No",
That you'll never receive in a "Yes".

Copyright © 2004 by Jeannie Veltz