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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!

Saturday, July 25, 2009

A Letter To My Boys

Dear EO and YO,

Today, I did something I haven't done in a long time...I stopped and smelled the roses. Now before you, my curious, questioning, precious EO, ask me, "Where Mamma? Where are the roses? And where did you stop Mamma?"; and you my adorable little Bengali-Babu-turning-English YO ask, "Vere rojhejh, Mamma?", let me inform you that I'm being metaphorical. (I'm not going to explain this huge, big word to you now, because I'm hoping that by the time you read this, you'll know what it means. If not, look it up in the dictionary!).

I was sitting amidst a pile of books, papers and magazines, and sorting them out. You EO, were at school, thanks to yesterday's strike. You YO, were sitting nearby, quietly playing with your toys. Suddenly, it started to rain. You looked up and out the window, YO, and excitedly said, "Beeshti! Mamma, beeshti poachchey!!"

I am drawn to the rains. The grey clouds, the pitter-patter, the cool wetness of the air...they all do something to me. So I scooped you up in my arms, YO, sat you down on the window ledge and stood behind you, my arms wrapped tightly around your little body. We talked excitedly about how the trees were getting wet because the world was getting a bath. After our excitement calmed down a bit, we silently watched the rain fall. No words; just silently drinking in the sight, breathing in the atmosphere and totally being in the moment that was. At one point, you leaned right into me and I felt you give out a sigh of absolute contentment. If that wasn't enough to make my insides explode with a joyous, yet quiet sense of happiness, you suddenly looked up at me, reached towards my face and kissed me on both cheeks. The happiness engulfed me whole!

Bonding over cloud-bursts and rain-fall. I don't remember the last time I did this with you, my EO. And YO, this is the first time I really, truly sat back and watched with you, I think.

These moments. These are the moments that remind me about the many blessings of motherhood.

Sigh... You're both growing up so fast. Too fast!! You need to slow down so that Mamma can catch up.

And Mamma needs to stop and smell the roses more. Or at least watch the rain wash the trees. Or at least listen to the birds sing. Or watch the clouds drift by; or the stars puncture the velvet, black coat of night. I need to do this more often. And with you.

So here's to rain-fall, birdsong and star-light. Here's to many more such moments with you.

And always know that I love you both more than you'll ever know!!

Mamma

9 comments:

Monika,Ansh said...

draft?

Indyeah said...

*sigh* of contentment is all I can give too after reading of this bliss :)


God bless you and yours MM

(((hugs))))


YO's cute Beeshti! Mamma, beeshti poachchey! reminded me of beeshti pade taapur tupur or something along those lines..(is it a poem?)

had two class mates named taapur and tupur:)

please excuse if I have just managed to murder the beautiful language called Bengali :D

Sparkle said...

Wow!

May you keep smelling the roses as often as you wish M4 :)

I can almost imagine the 'tapur tupur' (it does mean pitter patter, right? ;))on your window ledge and you cuddling YO in your arms - it is a beautiful sight! :)

Passionate Goof said...

You are such a poetic woman. You do such amazing things with your boys, and i think they are picking up the rhythm of your heart from you too. I can imagine your joy in watching the rain. I ofcourse am getting baked in the sun here. :(

Tharini said...

Lovely moment.Perfect contentment. I can sense it. I am a rain lover too. Can relate to your feeling of enchantment over it.

I wish you be having amny such sweet joy moments!

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

@Mon: No sweetie...come back and read again. Pressed the submit button by mistake...

@Ind: Thank you dear! The YO's "Beeshti! Mamma, beeshti poachchey" is actually baby-speak. In proper Bengali it should actually read, "Brishti! Mamma brishti porchchey!" Hehehe...he still can't say his 'rrr's and 'llll's!!
And you're spot-on about the poem. You have a great grasp over the language...I remember from another post comment!
And were you referring to Tapur and Tupur Chatterjee, by any chance? :)

@Sparkle: Thank you and welcome to my blog! :)
Yes, tapur-tupur does indeed mean pitter-patter.

@PassGoof: Awww! Thanks so much dearie! I just LOVE the rains!! Brings out the poet in me...it does! Can't tell you how many rain poems I've written!

@Tharini: Thank you...for your wishes and for being my inspiration. You are the one who has reminded me to stop and be in the moment. So for that, once again, I thank you!

Monika,Ansh said...

Aww....sob sob.

I can feel how u would have felt. Its' amazing how kids can make us feel.

Mama - Mia said...

the beauty of a moment only you can capture so perfectly!

hugs

workhard said...

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Will visit soon..again..


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