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The Mother in Me - Mothers Day Blog Contest
Posted 25th April 2009 at 01:33 PM by Anandchitra
Updated 26th April 2009 at 01:17 PM by Anandchitra (added link to mothers day contest)
Updated 26th April 2009 at 01:17 PM by Anandchitra (added link to mothers day contest)
God answered our prayers for a baby with a beautiful and lovely boy in our arms. Even as a tender infant he managed to make a glowing mother of me and in that moment I took pride for having been born a woman and felt my purpose in life complete as I ushered in a soul clothed in a tiny body to walk this world and realize God through that walk.
This wonderful child was growing from infant to childhood when he fell seriously ill with both the dreaded diarrhea and vomit claiming his small frame simultaneously. Much to our anguish we could do nothing after the doctor almost gave up hope and our last resort was to pray and turn to God for help.
God once again smiled with benevolence and treated our baby boy back to normalcy.
Caught up with the trauma, I had however not taken into account the after effect all these incidents had on the grandparents of my child.
Both sets of grandparents embarked on a personal mission to favor my son with all his little heart might desire. Unknown to me an undercurrent of mischief had entered my child’s bloodstream with all the attention and pampering he received from his grandparents.
Being a new mother I chose to ignore the signs of this new growth of mischief within the soft and twinkling eyes and the cherubic face of my baby. Looking back I should have been more beware of this child’s seemingly innocent looks and deceptive smile.
For had I been anyone but a mother I would have caught on to the growing plots of mischief’s but alas I was a mother besotted with love over her little one who appeared the perfect and cherubic angel one could hope for.
Feeding my growing baby solid foods turned out to be an adventure I was unprepared for. Any form and shape of vegetable seemed unacceptable to him. He would close his lips so tight that not a smear or spear of vegetable could enter his system. However the sight of any fried food turned him into an eager and active participant in consuming food.
Papads were a must to make meal times a pleasant affair. And I learnt the art of being conniving by trying to sneak and hide the green vegetables into his meal while he seemed to focus on crushing the papads or creating a din with all the kitchen utensils as toys.
No sooner did my son start to move he resorted to rolling on the floor while other children his age crawled. In seconds he would roll beneath tables, chairs, beds and more. I had to embark on a military expedition minus the digging of trenches and soon I learnt to cordon of areas and then barricade the bottoms of beds. This I had to do only because when I went in behind him trying to retrieve him I could not back out from under the bed.
We did not have a phone at home and had to frequently visit the local grocery shop to make long distance calls to the grandparents. Visiting the grocery store was a favorite activity of his as that gave him the opportunity to put one of his several plans into action.
He had an obsession with the egg rack and no sooner had we entered the shop, he would spring into action. Heading straight towards those neatly stacked egg racks he would pull the bottom one swiftly thereby bringing the entire stack crashing down and converting those shiny white eggs into a messy gooey orange and yellow colored mess. This was his achievement as a two year old and he would stand with the perfect innocent smile on his face while the shopkeeper blamed me for the incident!
Soon enough he had mastered more mischief and moved one day into a new realm. Afternoons usually found me heading to the kitchen to get lunch ready after placing my son in a seat stroller in which he could walk and move along within the stroller. I usually went into the kitchen for a few minutes when one day, he shut the kitchen door behind me. We were living in a portion of a house and the kitchen door was a mesh door with a padlock on it. With the force at which the door shut the lock kicked in and within seconds I realized he was locked out.
The fear and anxiety in my eyes triggered the same in my child so much so that he started crying in a high pitch. I tried to shake the door open and then hit the door hard and tried everything but nothing worked. Presence of mind came to my aid and using my kitchen knife I cut through the mesh door and put my hand out and unlocked and opened the door and went out to scoop my treasure into my arms.
When the news of my being locked inside the kitchen by a 2 year old reached the grand parents they managed to make it seem as my fault while my child emerged a clear winner with his assumed air of innocence and captivating eyes and smile.
That incident should have been an eye opener to me and a harbinger of more things to come from my very own Dennis the Menace.
Fond mother that I was (and still am), my mind refused to accept the imp that resided in my son and to me he was the innocent, wide eyed little cherub with nary a bone of mischief in him.
Today he is taller than I am and I have to look up at him with pride while within my heart rests acknowledgement to the supreme power that makes everything possible.
There really is no easy way or guide book or manual on how to bring up a child.
My husband and I improvised as we went along. There were days when we made just a few mistakes and then there were days when we made a lot.
Through it all we knew we had to love and cherish our love for each other and through that love nourish a child to grow and prosper.
Happy Mothers Day!
Mothers Day Competition - IndusLadies
Mothers Day Competition - IndusLadies
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AC dear, beautiful write up about your little one's journey from an infant to young boy. I can see the glow of a pride mom in this blog.
I pray and wish that it continue to glow brighter in the days to come...and you look more and more up, when you see your child :)
Wishing you happiness always...byePosted 26th April 2009 at 12:34 AM by Saraswathipv
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dear AC,
Wonderful blog..oh ,how i loved your little dennis the menace..i could actually picture him rolling under the table and deriving pleasure from the eggy goey mess..
well written...
.all the very best for the contest..
love
MINDIPosted 26th April 2009 at 07:37 AM by Mindian - Hello AC,
Very good! You have traced your steps in a beautiful manner. Best of luck for the contest.
Regards,
Abha.Posted 26th April 2009 at 10:14 AM by abhatv -
Dear AC
You related stuff whic seems so much like I have been through. My God the day my elder one locked himself in, while I had to go out in the backyard to fetch clothes...had to break the latch ...all the while he kept on crying.
Nice blog.Posted 26th April 2009 at 10:56 AM by muzna -
My v dear AC,
That was a captivating account of the antics of your Sonny boy penned in your very own inimitable chatty style.His penchant for mischief and the chaos he wrought with his innocent wide eyed curiosity definitely made him a veritable Dennis the Menace.Hats off to your presence of mind that enabled you to cut through the wire mesh and extricate yourself.Undoubtedly a very intricate and skillfull operation.He must have been quite a handful during his infant years and your exasperation at the devastating effects of pampering by the two sets of grandparents made you face complex network of challenges.The mass destruction of those unsuspecting eggs snuggling in the egg trays must have been an embarrasing incident when you saw the grocery store owner's horrified expression ! Today you can laugh at it and share it with us....this is the magic that Motherhood does to us....opens the doorway to the most extraordinary love you have ever known which enables one to forgive all mistakes commited by our offspring.
Beautiful choice of title, showcases your supreme sense of fulfillment as you watch your beloved son grow into adulthood and also your exhilaration of a spiritual kind
as you see the Divine Force through him and you feel that you are making a contribution in all gratitude to the eternal circle of Life .
love,
PAULINAPosted 26th April 2009 at 11:33 AM by Paulina
