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Dec 23, 2012: Aunt again
We thought, she thought even her Doctor thought she will pop in November-a month before her due date. Na, kido was too cosy inside. Finally he came out uneventfully on Dec 23rd, just 2 days before the due date. Little bro and Sil are blessed with a baby boy Mathew James. First lady Michelle is a proud sister. God bless their family.
Apart from my own kids, this is the first pregnancy/child birth/care I have watched from close quarters. I mean to say, it is sure a different perspective watching from the other side.
Sil’s mommy was there to help-for whole year- until she flew back in feb-1 month after the delivery.
Jan 7,2013: Feeling like an Adult
Not me, my darling Niece. She entered the work force with Environment Canada- though a co-op position for this semester. She is away in Ottawa. We don’t know who was more thrilled. Our little baby is now a working adult. And she said it was a feeling like none other. Finally feeling like an adult.
She is one I can have a H to H ( heart to heart) without saying a word. We can talk about anything under the sun-all silly stuff to women’s issues (I was pleasantly surprised that she was so well aware of the social issues not just locally but globally). You bet, are we proud of you!!! God bless you child.
Don’t let your imagination go wild. Yes I am going to be a mother again- God mother to my dear nephew Mathew James.
My brother and sil asked me to be their son’s God mother. They said I fit the bill perfectly and the kido can always look up to me. Accepted it with great humility and bit of fear that ‘do I really make a good God mother’. I pray to God for the graces for him and for me that we look out for each other, help each other with life/faith/ and learn tons from each other. Dear Lord, bless my God child. Baptism is on April 6th.
Last year this time in May- June, I was openly challenging suman for Vancouver against Boston Bruins for the Stanley cup finals. Fought with akay fiercely ‘ what does someone from sunny California know of ice Hockey?.
This year, no fights, not even watching the games. My teams were out some before play offs, some in the first rounds. Defending champions were out early too.
Now, this should give Akay high…LA Kings ( from sunny California..hmm) are in the finals vs New Jersey Devils and they have a lead. Tomorrow may be the final game and most likely Stanley cup will be Kings’.
So I eat my words akay.
Note: ( in very small font size) most players of the Kings team are Canadiens(25). ..my consolation.
there..Hockey is Canada’s game, no matter what.
How much is 5years of age difference? In absolute, it is 5yrs (is that even a question) but it varies or so I think.
- When one is 5yrs and new born sibling is just born. That is a huge difference. One is hardly a human being (of course it is a precious human..but you know what I mean) incapable doing nothing but cry, sleep, poop,eat, cry some more. But the BIG 5yr old is active and happening kid, going to school.
- Now kido is grown and all of 5yrs and the big kid is all of 10. Both human beings, go to school, they play reasonable well together. Not much of a difference
- Kido is now 8 and big kid is 13 (a teenager). Big kid (mostly) thinks he/she the only one who can think, smart and know at all. Mostly does not want to play with 8yr old small small kido. Huge difference
- Kido 13 and Big kid 18. They most probably understand each other better than their parents/family understand them. They may even hang around a lot, share the gadgets. Both in school. Not much difference
- Kido 18 and Big kid 23. Kido most probably is like weirdo to the big kid and vice versa. Big kid entering/entered the real world of workforce and responsibilities and kido is a kido in school. Big kid thinks that why can’t the 18yr think and be responsible, I never behaved like this at 18 (yeah, right!). Huge difference.
- Then on think it is status quo for many years. They get along fairly well, some common friends even.
- Then Big kid passes milestone 40mark. Kido feels like a kid again. Huge difference.
- Kido pass 40 mark, they are on the same page again.
- Big kid turns 50.Big kid feels like a senior citizen and kido is a kido. World apart now.
- Big kid also pass 50 mark and life is on the same page again.
- Then status quo.
I took the example of siblings..it applies in any relationship IMHO.
as the ritual has been, I called mommy 24th night indian time around 9pm . Phone kept on ringing and noone answered.
It must be one of those nights - heavy rain pouring down with heavy wind in Kerala country side. thus phone not working ( little sister confirmed this morning that was the case where my parents live).
decades back similar thing happened( sans phone). Summer days were hot and very hot, no rain for many many weeks and was dry everywhere. on april 24th night/ in the wee hours of 25th morning all of a sudden heavy rain started and poured down. went on for few hours. Mean time a mother gave birth to a girl child at her home with the help of her midwife friend. Her worries about lack of water to wash all baby clothes and stuff washed away in the rain (along with labour pain, I guess).
blessings from heaven, a girl child and rain..or so I believe.
thanks mommy for your blessings, blessed to be born as your 3rd child. Thank you for 3rd decade of Rosary you say for me and my family daily. Heard from little sister that as usual this morning you offered equal number of flowers as my age to God, as you do on all your kids birthday. hopefully phone is working and I can talk to you before 25th is over at your end.
why oh why this multistoried hospital exists? Visiting ‘Toronto Sick kids hospital’ emergency with my son was an extremely humbling and painful experience. The very thought that the multistories building is full of kids who are sick, an in pain suffering, some dying, shattered parents and family..i hoped to God, it does not exist.
If kids don’t get sick, we do not need such hospital right. I know, technically correct..but
note: missed many LMTs, I can see some more missing..sorry
In spite of all the pain , hospital runs, numerous tests and all some one did not lose his sense of humor- when on pain – break ofcourse.
then ” oh mama, I figured what it is. I have Tax pain”
I forgot to pack the lint roller. Thursday morning stepping out to the sun in a black suit, I realized that my pant looked almost white/grey. I think the towel fell on it while packing to check out. I have few important meetings with senior people, as I was walking to the office-2 blocks down from the hotel- thought of asking the receptionist( see always keep one at work, don’t know whether she keeps one. Chances are less ‘cause in sunny Florida office almost everybody is dressed casually. I tried all I could but the lint just refused. Lint totally bothers me- mind you messy hair does not bother me as much (note to self- better pay attention to groom, but being clean is not enough). Seriously I did not want the silly lint to distract me through the meetings. And then I see it on my desk. Isn’t it the same principle the lint roller works? (or waxing eye brows-little too intense).Few pieces of scotch tape I ran through my pant, it suck them all. Back to black pant and now I can focus. Scotch tape…to the rescue.
Away from home for work, escape from routines. How does that make you tired? Doing the work I was scheduled in the dya and catching with my regular work in the night. Perks of having everything online and wifi every where- almost, typing this from Atlanta airport; their free wifi connects only to airport and local Atlanta stuff, not even emails. Their paid service does not even connect..hahha. That means get home by 1-1.30am Friday morning and log in again( and post this too). Two critical product releases scheduled for Friday for one edgy customer.
However in the silence of nite caught up a friend. Conversation went from personnel challenges, convictions, social dilemma etc etc. Very very nourishing. There are many similarities between us, yet many differences. Our growing up experiences seem to be a huge contributing factor in shaping up our convictions. We agreed to disagree on few things- she plans to go back and settle in India sometime, but for me it is a place for holidays.
We talked about how people change over the period of time, the core personality. And must we change- we agreed. Spouses act as change agents both ways and it is good as far as nothing is forced on the other. One should never change for others-total BS.
Like that we went on, lost in time until the phone battery died at one end. On the second nite we made it short-she got worried about my lack of sleep.
This is my LMT, will be posting only on Friday though!!
measuring tape and a note book in hand, I have been roaming the home improvement store aisles for last 2 weeks. Trips to tiles stores, scanning through idea/pictures/ inspirations. Doing some work at home and in the process I realised how much I enjoy it-right from the time I did the floor plan. Mind you, the contractor is doing the work.
Everyday evening, as soon as stepping inside the house everybody runs downstairs to check on the day’s progress. Kid’s have done numerous role plays imitating the worker’s roles.
have to finalise the paint color
- and guess what, my laundry is cut off
Tuesday, I accompanied my son’s class-the whole school went- to church for the lenten mass, in school bus. the whole experience was beautiful.
while they had lunch break, i went home and finished off some work and drove back to school(2mts). It is time to read for molu’s class and son’s class. I was nervous about reading to molu’s class, due to my indian accent..but WAS very nervous to read to grade 2s. they are bigger kids, they all read chapter books..what to read for them? something that I can manage..
It was molu’s special helper day as well. as I entered her class she was sitting on the special helper rocking chair while rest of the class on the carpet. I read Llamma llamma Red Pajama and one of the books from God’s little Zoo series (UL gave it to my kids I think). they were laughing, laughing even more, were competing to ask questions..half an hour just went by. They also sang a beautiful song they had just learnt on God’ love.
Off to grade 2. They were waiting. I am not sure whether my nervousness showed on my face/body language. I greeted them, introduced my self and started reading a very basic Level 1 picture book. I saw the puzzled look..hesitant looks..paused and asked was everything alright?.’That book is so babyish’ they screamed. I replied’I thought you all are at reading level 1 and that is the only book I preactised”. they all went “NOOOOOOOO”. Alright . I started reading a Level 2 and heard even louder “NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOO”. now that I have their attention, time to bring out the one I wanted to read for them. Melanie Watt, a sure hit with kids of their age.I know their class had most of her books( chester, chester’s master piece etc), i brought the missing one’Have I got a book for you’. I had the class engaged for good 20mts..was fun fun.
Molu, came back with the big thank you poster made and signed by her class that said ‘ You are a very good reader and we enjoyed both the books’. I could see the pride in her eyes when giving it to me..felt like I am receiving an award-very special one indeed!
son got a thank you note from his class today signed by his teacher and students. It said’ We loved you using expressions when reading and your joke on reading Level 1 books made us laugh so much. Thank you for taking time off from work to read for us”. Another award.
Every year I volunteer to read in February, as we celebrate it as a ‘read for love month’. It is mutually beneficial–it helps me to overcome my fear of my accent ( and not being understood) and them ofcourse reading time. next year I doubt I will read for son..what do I read for big kids?.
This is my LMT—-yes, I don’t want to miss an opportunty to flaunt my 2 awards…hihi..