Tulika, Author at Obsessivemom

11/01/201015/04/2017

Back to the theatre

Yessss yesss yesss.. I’m back… Watched Three Idiots with the kids, a first for them… feel so good. The last film I watched in the theatre was Kabhi Alvida in 2006… I’d left the kids with mum and had felt quite bad for deserting her. What freedom…

Hrit and Naisha were pretty well behaved… ate plenty of chocolates.. didn’t much care for the popcorn but finished a bottle of Frooti.

They didn’t get most of the film. Hrit needed to know whether the uncles/aunties were nice or naughty, for every, yes every character that appeared on screen. That was pretty exhausting, considering there are many who are neither or both. Welcome to the world of ‘grey’ Hrit.

Naisha stepped on the aisle and danced to Zoobi Doobi to my acute embarrassment and then went off to sleep. Life was peaceful after that.

Feels great.

08/01/201015/04/2017

To be a boy’s mum

You need a strong heart and a large one too, to be a boy’s mum:

Strong enough to let him get hurt in one of his boy games which are naturally more violent than any girly games could ever be…. and, unfortunately the only ones he enjoys.
Strong enough to watch him cycling precariously fast on his bike.. going up and down speed breakers like they didn’t exist.
Strong enough to watch him wait for the car to come dangerously close before he dodges his bike smartly out of the way.
Strong enough to watch him balance at the edge of the sofa and execute a neat dive just as you reach out to help him.
And a heart large enough to let him play with the boy who hurt him yesterday because he’s your son’s ‘best friend’.
Large enough to handle the guilt, his and yours, when he hurts another kid and to punish him, even while you love him, because he needs to learn a lesson.
Large enough to forgive the boys who hurt your kid because you know they didn’t mean it either.

A heart that needs to be told over and over and over again that

BOYS WILL BE BOYS

06/01/201015/04/2017

An apple a day

Finally Hrit and Naisha are developing the hang of fruits – Apples, Anar, even Papaya… and more than Hrit it’s Naisha who’s ASKING for them. Wonders never cease.

06/01/201015/04/2017

Where are they picking this up from?

Sometime back when Madhavi yelled at Hrit he promptly told her.. ‘Aap kyon mere pe shout kar rahe ho, aap kya meri mama ho?‘ He DARE not speak like that to me. Strange how kids know their limits and the authority one has on them.

Although I’ve sworn off whacking the kids, Naisha got it from me yesterday. First she went into a tantrum because she wanted to take a sweet when she went down to play and eat it while the other kids watched. What cheap thrills my daughter enjoys. When I forbade it and was trying to explain why it’s wrong she plugged her ears… That kind of blew my fuse and I gave her one on her hands. She bawled but got the message. And here’s more from Vineesh.. Nisha says when she scolds him he starts singing rhymes. God save us when the kids grow up.

05/01/201015/04/2017

A grown up girl and an affectionate boy

It’s been quite a trial putting up with embarrassing questions asked brazenly by Hrit and Naisha with total disregard of who is present. However Naisha’s finally growing up. Today on the way to school, a friend of hers was walking down with his dad while Hrit and Naisha were with me. Naisha asked me sotto voce, “Mujhe bhi apne papa ke saath school jana hai.” Two things struck me one, Sunil needs to spend more time with the kids and two, Naisha’s learning to be discreet.

Okay and here’s a tale about my other one.. Hrit… We were in a lift full of people (carpenters and construction people among other mothers and their kids) on our way back from school. Suddenly in a fit of affection Hrit says LOUDLY, “Mama I want to kiss your stomach,” totally completely out of the blue. And there I was struggling with him to keep my shirt in place because obviously Hrit followed his words with immediate action.

Whoever said twins were alike?