A Week After

It seems getting your child schooled is one of the toughest jobs in hand. The terrible twos prevail and refuses to attend that place, a look of terror in the eyes, filling with water even at the slightest mention of 'school'. A more assertive form of protest is screaming at the top of their lungs, letting the whole neighborhood know 'the torture mom makes me endure'.


Well the verdict is after a week of rigorous schooling, my girls are sick. One down with pharyngitis and the other bordering on the brink. A quick trip to the doc made us aware that these kind of infections do happen and slowly the child gets immuned, developing a more resilient physical form.


Apart from the apparent discomfort, there are emotional ones, for starters they refuse to leave the house, afraid of being whisked away to the place called 'school' and wherein resides 'teacher-auntie'. A whole lot of networking with moms-in-similar- stages revealed that this is quite a normal phenomenon.

Normal or abnormal i don't know, the practical fact is a whole lot of money, our hard-earned money looks like being flushed down the toilet.
So the question is are we pushing our kids too hard?
They are stressed out and most unwilling..........
Will they adjust and go willingly, happily if we wait till they are more than 3 years old?
Only time will tell i guess, but parents of 3 year olds too complain of the same behavior pattern. Looking back at my childhood days.....not that i have a huge memory of me being a 3 year old.....i still have some and i do remember being so happy to go and play in school! What happened with this generation?
Fancy schools, fancy premises are no substitute for attentive teachers, kind and capable. But how are we to gauge teachers?


As of now my babies are sick, unwilling and emotionally disturbed, the 'school' does not inspire enough confidence in me to start sending my children there again.
I want them to be happy and laughing as all parents would.

The west has a concept of 'home-schooling' i kind of now appreciate that, since it gives my child an emotional security and a general sense of well-being. Some might argue about the 'social' aspect, well living in one of the concrete jungles do have an advantage and i can kind of weave that in.

All these are thoughts and more thoughts!
School we need to wait and watch.

Silent night, holy night

I need to write something! Its quite late in the night, soft snores in the air as my child sleeps on, a baby's sleep unmindful of the world, getting up to a new tomorrow.
That time of the day when my world is at peace and my mind is on an over drive. I need to write, i need to read, complete odd jobs around the house and most importantly catch up on some sleep.
A soft cry and a happy laugh emanates from the cot, my child is having her share of dreams, that magical world wherein lives our childhood. I pause to smile and feel a wave of love towards that little being struggling to understand her world.
Some more mumbles and a cry, i do have to get up to pat her back to the peaceful slumber she needs, memories of the day floods her dream world as she passes through the restless phase.
Quiet world, peaceful night, as the curtain drops for the moment.
Tomorrow is a new day which comes with its share of happy laughter and trials and tribulations and who knows what else.Today is perfect, as my child sleeps on , a comforting picture, a snapshot of innocence and i am at peace, today there is nothing wrong with the world.

First day, first show

No this is not a review on some movie, but a post on the experiences of a mom sending her kid to the pre- school and her experiences on the first day.
The day before moi (the mom) was nervous as hell, as if i was sitting for some major exams, nerves fraught with tension and actually a part of me unwilling to let go of them even for a second.
The D-day dawned and i was awake like even before the sun was shining, quickly going through my chores so that i am ready to accompany my kids to their first school.
Bags packed, snack boxes filled and water bottles ready, checked the handbook like the umpteenth time to ensure i left out nothing.
Finally my dolls woke up and i chatted on nonstop about school, teachers, friends, toys and God-knows-what!
They instantly latched on, finished their morning breakfast quickly and got dressed for school. Papa was all ready and so all four of us finally reached school.
School gates were like a screaming, crying, hollering riot......of kids of all shape and sizes and parents too!
Flustered parents trying to soothe their little ones, while the little ones clung on to them for life!
My girls too joined the group and soon i donned the role of a parent, smothering them with kisses and calming them down.
The teacher came to take them and had to literally yank them away from me, more screams, big fat tears and crying followed.
We had to wait outside in the play area as parents were not allowed in.
Hardly 5 minutes and my girls promptly marched out shrieking followed by the ayah who said 'let them be with you for some time'.
Some time.....school first day was only for one hour and this crying session already has lasted for 20 minutes.
Some more kisses and caresses and sweet talks later, my girls simply refused to enter the premises.........10 minutes gone.
Swings, slides and rocking horse followed to get them into the right spirit.........still a refusal and 10 more minutes gone.
Finally a promised game of peek-a-boo inside the premises made one of my girls enter the school, she was promptly whisked away inside. Crying again.
The other one still reluctant, clutching onto papa for life!
Some 5 minutes later she too somehow was cajoled inside, screaming away.
Inside my girls lasted for 10 minutes, school bell rang and out they came ....straight face.
All good till they spotted mom and burst out, another round of crying and big fat tears followed.
Day one done.........already refuses to attend school on day 2........'auntie shut us inside and closed the door'....was the answer.
each step onwards seems like an uphill task.

More on day 2 shortly coming up!

Head over heart

A mother of two kids and a very active one at that. On a Sunday evening blogging away my thoughts , feeling lonely, sad and missing my pumpkin pies. No, even before you start getting ideas, they have not deserted me, it was me, the tired me, the stressed out me, the wanted-some-free-time me demanded them to be taken away for their weekly joyride in their PAPA’s car.
“Mamma coooommmee!” made me even more forcefully opt out of this weekly ritual, i was adamant needed my space, needed to think, needed to rest (my mind said).
Not even 5 minutes gone and here i am cribbing and writing my woes away. Sigh! Motherhood! Can’t even enjoy free-time peacefully. Babies can’t wait to listen to your non-stop chattering again!
Now whoever said listen to your heart rather than your mind is a great man or a mom!