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Notes from an almost-empty-nester
He read and I read. From Dora to Dinosaurs.. we did them all. He watched hours of Doremon and Ninja Hatori till my ears protested. And we did craft. But that’s another post. So bored was Hrit that the other day I found him at our ninth floor balcony addressing an imaginary gathering in chaste Hindi. He said in a booming voice, “Aap sab log dhyan se suniye. Kal raat ek bahut bara bhoot aane wala hai. Main use maroonga. Aur koi ghar se bahar nahin aayega. Jo ayega mara jayega.”
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| Friends, Romans, Countrymen…. |
Yes well kids are allowed to do strange things when they’re unwell.
With all our attention focused on Hrit, Naisha’s been feeling left out. She fussed around Hrit alright.. getting him water, fetching his medicine, putting his dinner plate in the sink. She’s been a good good girl. However she made sure I ran all her errands for her. I had put away her dinner plate, help her get dressed and when she went down to play I had to follow with her bottle of water — a kind of ‘I”m not relinquishing claim to mum just because you’re ill’ thing.
I did the best I could … relaxing the rules for her each morning.. the toughest time of the day for her, going to school alone. So the glass of milk was smaller, the daily egg relegated to alternate days and she was given a ride to the washroom each morning… sigh! I wish I had some way of reassuring her that I loved her just as much as Hrit. And I’m so very glad she’s spared the frequent viruses that seem to stalk him all the while.
Her favourite game involves hanging up dupattas to make a ‘temple’ and then lining up her barbies like devotees. I wonder whether Krishna would like his modern-day gopis.
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| That’s under our clothes’ stand |
She shares her glares with Him.
He reciprocates by holding her bag when she needs Him to.
It’s quite a bond they have.
I’m not complaining. I’d much rather she be God-loving than God-fearing. Besides, her Krishna love’s stood her in good stead. He’s the one I remind her to call on to fight the imaginary demons under her bed at night or to ease her stage fright or when she’s unwell and hurting. He helps.
The other day she heard about Mira and wanted me to tell her the story. As I ended she asked, “Did Mira get to see Him.. really see him?” “Yes,” said an unsuspecting me and she burst into tears. Says she, “I also love him but I never get to see Him and Mira could. That’s not fair.” That was a tough one to handle.
The other day I found an old T shirt of hers ….
…. and gave it a face lift with her favourite motif.
Was she thrilled!
From tiny helpless beings to contributing family members.. when did they grow up?
However this Sunday after a long time we managed to make time to get crafty. Naisha called over her friends who were only too eager to drop by. Just as we were settling down in streamed Hrit’s gang on their way to collecting rackets and shuttlecocks.. badminton is the flavour of the month for them. The eldest one spared a cursory glance at the girls then pronounced rather dismissively, “I rock at art but suck at craft.” Nothing wrong with the statement except it sounded like I was watching an American sitcom. My sister tells me it’s normal. As if the awesomes and the dudes were not enough to bug me! I seriously need to get used to this new gen vocabulary.
Anyway.. onto our craft. We did some very very simple walnut shell tortoises. The original link is here http://www.notimeforflashcards.com/2009/11/walnut-shell-turtles.html
Check out ours..

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| We traced out the walnut shells |
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| Made a head and two pairs of legs, coloured them and cut them out. They all went for green ones because “only green tortoises look natural”. |
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| We stuck on the shell and the googly eyes and it was done |