Sunday, May 11, 2008

Nice Thing, Motherhood

Whatever problems V and I have, Rahul and I continue as always. We squabble and go in different directions. And after a few minutes, we hug and make up. He drives me wild and I retaliate by pretending not to understand him, which ends in much toddler screaming, often punctuated by his frustrated 'Emm!" which alone makes it worth while.

I like just picking him up and taking him with me wherever I go. I really do. I'd take him to work if it were nearer home. And if the timings were more suitable. And he likes going out, hopping in impatience as I get ready. I love the entranced look in his eyes as he watches me drape a saree and put my hair up. I don't know what he'll grow up to be, but so long as he retains that wonder at the transformation some nice clothes can bring, I think he'll always be my son.

He was speaking so much, in March, but changed all his words somehow while he had his ayah, all fifteen days that she did work for us. I'm not sure why that happened, but now his words are mixed up again. It doesn't bother me too much, because I figure he'll start speaking properly once more when we visit Madras this summer. Being around my parents has always kickstarted his speech skills.

Potty training getting along slowly. Diapers only at sleeptimes and outings, and otherwise he either wears wee underpants or nothing. He has some accidents from time to time, but they are almost always because I've been too busy to remember to take him to the bathroom on schedule or because I didn't understand what he was trying to tell me.

Gayatri gave birth to a little boy on Wednesday and because it was a premature, emergency delivery, Tara spent a night and a day with us before G's mum arrived from Delhi to take over. Rahul and she squabbled all day but two moments won me over. One was when I was bathing the two of them. Rahul done, I soaped Tara and was washing it off when R suddenly joined in, gently washing the soap off her face, rubbing it into her hair(!) I stepped back, truly redundant for a minute. And Tara smiled beautifully at him.

The second thing happened after I left for work. V had just given them both their dinner and T, not having seen her mother in 24 hours, and her father for almost as long, was tired and cranky and decidedly unhappy. V was trying to pacify her but getting nowhere much, when his son stepped up and tried to tell T not to cry. When that didn't work, he handed her his precious red jeep. The same child who had torn away most toys T had played with all day. And the same jeep which anybody else in the world only touches at their own peril.

And the next morning, I turned on this song, my current favourite, and suddenly The Bhablet bounds up to me, pulls me out of the chair and starts to dance, indicating I should dance with him. I don't know what it takes to woo you, but I'll confess I was a gooey mess.

So, when Dipali and Asha pass on a most undeserved award -- well, I've never been called nice, you know -- I had to write of the nicest things I could think of.

It's nice, being Bhablet ki ma. Happy Mother's Day to you, too.

Forgot to pass on the love. According to the creator of the award (or Asha, whichever way you like it) "This award will be awarded to those that are just nice people , good
blog friends and those that inspire good feelings and inspiration! Those that
care about others that are there to lend support or those that are just a
positive influence in our blogging world!"

So I think this award should be passed on to Maggie, Gauri, Sunita and Mona. Who are all, (with the possible exception of Mags) always very nice people indeed. And Mags, she's so naughty she's nice. And Dipali, I'm tossing the badge back at you, too.


Maggie said...

You know, we (including my dad) would often drive my mom so crazy that she would exclaim in frustration - aaargh, what do I do with you? And we would reply with a grin - a response learned from my dad - just love me! :-)

Methinks that's the only thing we can do with Bhablets like these, no? A super big hug to him.

And as for his 'Emm', well, you can't even hand out a nice award without being nasty, can you? ;-) Still, because I'm sooooo nice, I will accept graciously.

Happy Mother's Day!

dipali said...

Aww Sue! Happy Mother's Day to you.
God bless the beautiful Bhablet:)

Mona said...

aw, sweetness. tha bath moment sounded perfect.
thanks for the award, dear girl and happy mother's day!

IBH said...

delurking for the first was so sweet not to comment :)

Happy Mothers Day!

Suki said...

How cute of Rahul :D . As Mona says, the bath moment is absolutely perfect :)

Happy Mother's Day to you, Bhablet ki ma!

Sue said...

Maggie -- :) I do love him, and try to show it, even if I don't say it enough. I might just make good oen of my homicidal threats one of these days, but he'll die knowing I loved him to bits.

Dipali -- Thank you. When do we meet again? Evie was saying something about exams ending soon, no?

Mona -- Oh, it was a total awww moment. Though I guess when I bring it up fifteen years later, both children are going to look at me with repulsion and loathing and leave the room. *Sigh*

Suki -- Thanks!

Poppins said...

Hey Sue, muchos thanks ! That was so sweet of you.

And after hearing of the WB and his dancing with you, I've gone and gotten the baby boy bug again ! Just when I was all set for another girl :) [No, I don't know the sex, but I "feel" it's a girl]

Gauri said...

Thanks dearie :)

Sue said...

Poppy -- It's a boy, I tell you. It was decided last winter that you'd have a boy and you're not allowed to change your mind now!

Gauri -- My pleasure Gauriiiiiiiiiii. And I got you to delurk!

SUR NOTES said...

delurking too. nice is too gentle a word for you and your blog. crazily, nicely nice maybe.

and the wonder in the little boy's eyes- will not fade away with a mum like you. really.

Beq said...

YIKES! That's a horrible the guys slowly strangling himself with his large intestine!!!

Sue said...

Sur -- Hey there! How did I miss your comment, I wonder? Yeah, nice just ain't the word, but it's a, well, nice thing to be called, even mistakenly, no?

As for the wonder, I hope you're right.

Beq -- Nobody asked you, sir she said. Incidentally, if your voice was more like his, you'd have the following he does. :P