And a Beautiful Soul He Is

.... The BB that is. I cannot express in words just how thankful I am to Bapu for giving me The BB as my son. I am beginning to understand him just about now. He is so different from me in every single way, as he is from most other children his age. It amazes me, that he has been able to maintain himself, the way he is, so far, never ever giving in to peer pressure. And that is not even a struggle for him, because he simply does not acknowledge peer pressure, he lives by his own rules. Honestly I have had my moments of struggle  with trying to get him to do more mainstream kids' things, which never seem to interest him. He is as happy by himself, as he is to play with his friends.

Yes, I do write it as a parent, and I know it is a strongly biased view, but it does mean a thing, when his teacher (who is obviously used to dealing with plenty of kid his age), tells me, "He does not have a mean bone in his body."  And its true believe you me. That boy cannot hurt an ant intentionally. Not because he is scared, but because he believes its wrong to do so. His heart always goes out to the smaller and weaker, and he would always befriend them over the bigger stronger kid his own age.

But the reason I am writing this post, is an incident that occurred recently. A friend came over with her two little girls recently, and since it was the day of Holi, we decided to indulge a bit in the play of colours and water with the kids. The BB was the oldest, and once he realised it involved spraying others with water, or bursting water balloons on them, he just refused and hid behind a wall. Initially I just felt he was not being sporting enough, and tried to drag him into it, but he refused blankly, and then told me, that he does not want to hurt anyone, and burst a couple of balloons on himself instead. It reminded me, of when we had gone for a Tae-kwon-do trial class and he disliked it because the idea of kicking and punching, just did not go down well with him. I remind you, this boy is just 8. I definitely did not have any principles of such kind when I was his age, and I really wonder how many other kids do.

I am truly Ambadnya to be the mother of such a boy. I just pray that he never loses the essence of his being, and is always cared for and protected by Bapu. May his soul, his thoughts remain as gentle and kind as they are today, always.

Happy Holi Peeps!

Simply Awesome....

that is my day today. So many things happened, that I have not had the time to savour them completely just yet. I can hopefully read this post on a rainy day and smile for the blessings that have been showered on me today.

This week is another one of single parenting, not too exciting, because its the last week of term, the BB is tiered, and went to bed last night with watery eyes and a really runny nose, all thanks to Spring allergies, and I have plenty of work to do for the upcoming celebrations for the BB's birthday on Sunday. And today just tells me, it will be an absolutely amazing week.

The Smallie was at his music class today, and his teacher and I had a long long chat after the lesson. And she was so full of praises for his abilities, especially with him being the youngest in his class. Its always nice to know your child is doing well.

I had an end-of-term interview with The BB's teacher today afternoon, and there was no way I could focus with The Smallie around. So I asked, and a dear friend kindly agreed to have him for an hour, at the park, while I went in to meet the teacher. The Smallie, was no bother at all, he was not upset, not anxious, nothing, he just walked into the park, and was happily there for a little under an hour, did not even bother to come to me when I got there. This was my first time, leaving him with someone other than PM, and it did not seem like he was hassled one bit. A big milestone, and such an easy one. That kid is ready to go to school I tell you!

And then ofcourse the BB. We were done with the review way too quickly. He is doing GREAT, and to say I am proud, is putting it lightly. He is progressing, learning, making efforts, while doing oh! so well already. I am so sorry PM missed both of the reviews this year.  When the teacher asked me, if there was anything I was concerned about, and would like to discuss, I had nothing to say, but that I was very happy with the way he was going. How he insisted on going to school today, though he was not a 100% today morning, tells me he is enjoying school. And the teacher had only the loveliest things to say about him, and the best bit was her saying, she loves having him in our class. what more could I want, than my child's teacher enjoying having him as a pupil. And can I add, that is a far far cry from what my teachers thought of me at that age.

And the cherry on top, was the boys having an absolute gala, jumping in a muddy puddle they managed to find at the park, the 2 of mine, and the 2 beautiful girls of my friend just went at it non stop for close to an hour, and man were they disgustingly filthy, but simply exuberant to have had that play. God's beautiful blessing to our beautiful day.

Bapu, I am eternally Ambadnya!

What is life without little pleasures?

Like waking up on a Sunday morning, with most of the household asleep. The BB is up, snuggling up next to me on my bed, and his new cycle is ready for its first ride out.* So we pump air into the tyres, and I suddenly remember, it might be a fun idea to cycle alongside him, instead of running behind... so I pull out my not-touched-for-nearly-2-years cycle, give it a wipe, pump some air into the tyres, and off we go for a ride around the park. Man was it fun! And may just add, the wake-up time was past 9. ;) Thank God for Sunday mornings when everyone sleeps in. Touchwood for the little happy moments in our lives.

Hope you had a good fun weekend.

[*This is an event I do not wish to forget, and am jotting it down for my own records. The BB, is done with training wheels... and it took... yes hold your breath, just 1 evening. Off went with the training wheels, and he was cycling away with perfect balance. I had heard of people who have done it, but I was always a bit skeptical, till I actually saw my first born go right at it. Since he had long outgrown his  old cycle, the tallest ones available with training wheels, it was time for a new cycle. And I guess I was as excited about it, as him.]