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Mother, writer and daydreamer. Also chocoholic and chick-flick lover. But mainly mommy. To two boys, at that! When not escorting my Elder One (EO) to karate class, I'm trying to get in as many cuddles as possible from my Younger One (YO). And when not doing either, I'm hard-at-work trying to maintain a steady relationship with my laptop. And as for the Man I Married (MIM), well, let’s just put it this way – even though we share a bedroom, our most meaningful conversations are held over the cell-phone!

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Tough Calls...

~It's tough, despite the paediatrcian telling you to chillax, to not pull out your hair in clumps of frustration and desperation, when your mouth-bursting-with-blisters-elder-son is not eating ANYTHING. Anything folks, I mean not a drop, not a bit, not a bite. "Ok doctor, my son is disappearing in front of my very eyes. He's a pale skeleton of his former self. Can you prescribe a page of anti-depressants for me since you won't shove a pipe down his throat?"

~It's tough plastering a huge, fake smile on your face and screeching in your best happy voice when you go to pick up your little baby from school and see him sitting there with a sad little puppy dog face, eyes full of tears and lower lip turned out in a pout, between his two class teachers waiting for you to walk through the gate.

~It's tough being heart-crumblingly in love with your toddler when he's throwing a tantrum that will put the wrath of the Furies to shame.

~It's tough to stop yourself from rushing and picking up the same now-thoroughly-chastised toddler in a bone crushing hug, when you see him sitting in a corner, spent from the ferocity of his emotions and alternatingly emitting snifles and involuntary body shivers. Why do Time-Outs come first and hugs later?

~It's tough telling your boho spirit that "No, you can't put on a gypsy skirt, khadi kurti, and multi-coloured joothis and spend the entire day and evening roaming the various art galleries of the city and writing poetry under a shady tree. The luxury of time is not yours anymore."


noon said...

Totally relate to this! So do you give time outs? Do they work? KB just won't take a time out. I mean he just won't sit where I tell him to - he just says - mamma, if you make me sit in the computer room, I will open the door and come out! I will throw the time out into the star etc etc!
BTW - don't know why my comment on YO's b'day did not show up!

Still thinking said...

As much as it is beautiful, it's always 'tough' for Mamma's.
Howz EO doing now? Can't he have something cold?
Easier said than done I know,but keep that Boho spirit alive always M4, only the 'toughs' like you will keep on going :)

*imagining you in multi-colored jhootis* Cute picture!!


Monika,Ansh said...

Oh darling. It is tough & u put it so well in words.
Hope EO gets all better real soon.
Hope u get some time t do the jypsy thing.
Completely unrelated, but,hey, how do u manage the blisters with your jootis. I love to wear them but can't :(

Mama - Mia said...

when the going gets tough, the tough get going!

am singing it for ya!

i am coming to a stage where i will face all this too.

hank god we love them so much, eh?! :)

hows EO doing now? you cant apply one of those dologel type things??



DotThoughts said...

loved, loved loved the post. it's a roller coaster ride, being a parent!

Mystic Margarita said...

You've beautifully summed up the pleasures and pains of being a mamma! :) How's EO - is he eating better? I know how frustrating it can be, so hugs.

pseudo intellectual said...

how are the little ones? and how's their mamma holding up? much love to you all.

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

Thank you all for your wishes, and yes, the EO is finally eating again! The only he had ben having was cold milk and vanilla ice cream, and even that with pain, so I can't tell you what a relief this is!

@noon: Sweetie, I do give time-outs and warnings. Like with the EO, if I give him a threat, I follow through with it. For eg, "If you hit your brother one more time no TV for you this evening." And if he doesn't listen, well then, TV no-show! And yes, for serious 'misdemeanors', I do slap. I don't beat, but I don't think a slap is psychologically damaging.

@monika: I use band-aids with joothis! ;) Go ahead and slip some on!

ess said...

I don't know why, but this post reminds me of a quote I read in Reader's Digest a long time back. "Raising kids is like making pancakes. The first one will get overdone, the second gets flipped too early. But after the third, you'll wonder why you were so nervous when you started"
Now don't come hunting for me with a hatchet. It's just the last part of the last sentence of the quote that's important!

And if I were you, I'd probably give the paediatrician a piece of my mind for using lame words like "chillax" that don't exist :)

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

Dear ees,

So my sweet child, how many babies do you plan on having? ;)

And to clear up the poor paed's name, he is a really sweet fellow and we all lurrrvvve him. He really gets our babies. The 'chillax' bit was basically the sum total of his attitude.

Happy Diwali to you and yours!!