After the Two-Month Summer Vacation…

Written By

Sheela Kedarinath

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Life as we know it, has its moments of ups and downs with fun, laughter, happiness, sadness, depression (do I need to put it in capitals?) and thankfully, when I look back I can remember only the fun and happiness part of it. I must be growing old (don’t you dare agree) or more possibly afflicted by selective amnesia.

Whilst I pen down some of these thoughts, before I forget altogether what comes to my mind is that first day of school after a hiatus of 2 months of prolonged vacation for my daughter, who was all of five years old. Oh, I remember the day very clearly.

My mom had come over to supervise this event. She was sipping her morning coffee and giving instructions (she would have put any quiz master to shame in the rapid fire round) while I was zipping around, trying to get the uniform, the shoes, the tooth paste and my kiddo’s brush ready. She had wanted a new one with Barbie on it.  And so, while I was getting a snack and her breakfast and yelling along with it — “get up, get up!”— I saw my hubby patting our daughter on the head as if to say ‘Don’t worry, Momma is not always like this monster”.  Irritated with him for putting her to slumber instead of waking her up, I pulled the eiderdown from her and from him, which only ended up in her cuddling with Daddy dear and glaring at me. Mom was watching from the other room enjoying every moment of it — she actually looked like a Cheshire cat — wait, was that milk around her mouth? I blinked hard.

I had to literally carry our kiddo to the bathroom and of course at that moment she decided to go limp and be difficult. I looked at her sternly and said, ‘this is not the way to behave, Kritika!’  We always use her real name to express annoyance and she gave me a look which said ‘Try me’. I sighed. She was going to be difficult. And so the battle began. While I tried to cajole her into brushing her teeth, she zipped up her mouth and closed her eyes tight so she could not see my face. When I tried to force her to brush (time was running out) she screeched ‘Paati, paati’ in a loud voice and of course ‘Paati — alias grandma’ came rushing to her rescue. I quickly locked the door before Paati could do any such thing. I looked at my daughter with narrowed eyes (a la Clint Eastwood) and said, ‘Now we will see”. Of course, being the stronger and bigger one, I won part of the battle and managed to get her to dress. Gosh, I get tired just describing it. As I opened the door, I found Mom talking to my hubby about today’s mothers and how they need to learn to be patient. Grrr…

You would have thought I had got things under control. Hardly. Hubby drove us to school after having some fresh coffee brewed by his mother-in-law. We reached 7 minutes late and walked straight into the arms of the Headmistress. She grinned at us. Looked at my haggard face and then her watch. To which I said ‘Ma’am, please tell Kritika that she is late and this will not do’. ‘Of course I will’ said the HM. She took Kritika’s hand and said ‘Come on duckie, let’s go!”. While I stood there gaping, Kritika turned around with a triumphant glint in her eye. ‘Bye Momma, love you’ she said. And left me processing that bit of information.

I have had better days.

Here’s wishing you mothers out there a slightly less stressful start of the school term!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Sheela Kedarinath has around 20 years of varied experience in the corporate world. She has worked in the Corporate Social Responsibility sector and has also been managing administration for an MNC for a long period of time. In her personal life, she is creative and passionate about the various aspects of interior decoration. Sheela’s home and garden are her pride and joy. She has added value to a lot of her friend’s homes and balcony gardens in the last 20 years.

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