early, brushed your teeth, took bath. I was very happy. Being your first
picnic even I was excited as well as a bit nervous. There were all weird scary
thoughts coming in my mind, will you be all right? Will the teachers be able to
look after all kids? I know every mother might be going through these thought
and fears; There is a time when a mother must overcome all her fears and
release her kid from her secure embrace and let them fly to explore; to grow.
This was first time you would be going out without me around you.
I’m not used to be at home on a Saturday and you not around. Believe me
I had already started missing you the moment I dropped you in school.
You were back home after a while, to be precise four hours which felt
like 4 decades to me. You were so excited to tell me about all the activities
you did, how you enjoyed with your friends and your environmental observations.
How you had sandwich with your friends. My nervousness had vanished since your
trip was a success. You had learned to be without me in public, to listen to your
teacher’s instruction, to help your friends.
After all the chatting and when you finished sharing your days
experiences, it was the most difficult time, Lunch time!!
It is hard to make you eat food. I must come up with new ideas daily to
achieve my target: to feed you! I took advantage of your excitement and
chatting with you asking you various questions about your first picnic
experience I started feeding you.
“So how did you all go to the garden?”
“We went by bus”, you Chuckled
“What did you eat with your friends?”
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You were happily eating, forgotten actually that you were eating too..
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I had exhausted my questions and that made you again go, “I’m full now.
I don’t want to eat any more”
So I left you for a while, then after some time I called you and said,
“Garima, can you please help me finish this rice?”
“umm.. no.. I’m full na.. ” u cribbed.
“Please dear, we will waste this rice otherwise. Please.. ”, I tried to
persuade.
“umm.. ok.. but I will eat only one small part” you said warning me.
I was so happy… “ok, you may eat just a small part. Garima is so good
she helps mamma finish the rice” I tried to encourage you for your decision.
My trick did work. You finished the rice, bringing a big smile of
accomplishment on my face.
Soon you were tired and you slept, bringing silence to prevail again.
It’s a big task to feed you, no actually every task related to you is
big. As you are learning, I’m too, to be a mother, to teach you difference
between right and wrong, to treat you with patience, to handle your tantrums,
to love you when you are at your naughtiest point, or when you are at your
worst.
Living with you is like reliving my own childhood.
Thank you sweet heart for giving me this chance to be your
Mom.
With loads of love,
Mom.
