Nomads

After a year since we moved in, we just kind-of settled in our home; what with kicking out unwanted visitors (read here), getting things in place and trying to get my toddler to settle down (he still hasn’t). Life however, has different plans for us. Pogo has been accepted into one of the most prestigious schools in Chennai, about 20 Kms from where I live..! (Read Here) Not that I am complaining, I would turn the world over to get admissions here, but the thought of moving and living out of carton boxes is giving me nightmares.

Life for the last few days has been hectic. Shifting home is a humongous task,add to it a toddler and a yet-to-grow-up helpful husband and an ailing mother. I must however credit my duty bound husband who spent every free minute of the last three months hunting for our perfect new home.

Now that we are here at our new home and have begun to unpack; (most items which we either do not need or are too lazy blind tech-impaired oblivious to its existence) we are rebuilding a new home – our home.

A new chapter in the making. Lets wait and watch as the exciting new life awaits us all.

 

Driving Instructor

Weekends are truly more exhausting than weekdays. What with having two kids at home (Read here), trying to de-clutter my home before the big move (we are relocating again.. sob..sniff..) and routine work to add to the chaos.

In the evening, to over come the exhaustion, we decided to go for a fun drive along the highway. Pogo was buckled into the front seat with his father, and grandmother comfortably settled in the back seat. Before reaching the highway however, we had to drive down a few kilometers. As you are aware, Chennai roads offer more roller-coaster rides than any theme park in the world.

So, as we were bumping our way to the highway, my driving instructor say “Oh Ho mummy, Careful..!” Shocked at the sudden outburst from the front seat, I say “Pogo baby, the roads are bumpy, mummy’s driving fine.” In response, pogo said “Oh mummy, drive carefully, I am bumpy”  as my co-passengers smirked at my inability to say anything. (Grr… Dude.. seriously, its not my fault..!!)

As we were about to turn at the corner, Pogo said, “Oh mummy, we have to go right” (Ahem, baby, the highway is on our left). I turned left anyway. And out came the monstrous  roar, “Mommy, I say right..! no left..” said Pogo angrily.

Sigh! from then on, I was only a pawn, whilst my driving instructor showed me the way as I drove across the town.

Parenting 101: When you are a parent, you are a pawn even in your dreams.

Catch 22

Your baby is your bundle of joy, your little angel and the center of your world. But he is not the same for others. As a working mother with limited support for child care, I had opted to place Pogo under day care for the past one year.

Unfortunately, the play school we chose did not handle Pogo well and Pogo has speech delay, has become more adamant, irritable and hits at the slightest provocation. All I am left to do is wonder how we ended up here.

One of the many reasons I re-joined work is for Pogo to feel proud of me, to understand that I didn’t stop my life to be with him; but made most of what I had to give him the very best. (Read here)

Pogo means the world to me. I listed all the schools in the neighborhood, assessed their facilities personally. Shortlisted a few, took my husband to a few and then zeroed in on this fateful school. Yet, we failed. In the important milestone of his life, Pogo has stepped back.

As a mother, the guilt is killing me. My choices have created a setback for my little munchkin and its more that I can handle. Do I blame the society that failed to provide the support one needs to raise the next generation, Do I blame the school that failed to live up to its promise of nurturing my child – home away from home, Do I blame myself for choosing to follow my dreams and not sit back and wander my fruitful years away?

Women in general fail to have a successful career after motherhood. We may blame the societal double-standards for this. But on the other hand, when I see my son, his struggle in the last one year; all the new age feministic ideologies ran down the drain. I know I am capable and so do those I have worked with. I have nothing to prove to anyone and yet, the thought of not going back to office, not working looks me in the eye trying me, challenging me, – laughing at me.

In all, I have come to the conclusion that some factors are more significant than others and my life would be dictated by Pogo. After all, it’s all for love.

Parenting 101: Parenting I have learnt is about making mistakes, acknowledging them, picking yourself up and once again doing what’s best for your little angel.

Doctor’s in the house – Ouch

Pogo has never really reacted to a doctor’s clinic. He neither loves it nor hates it, he hardly cares if we scare him with the usual “If you don’t finish up your breakfast mister, the doctor is gonna give you a huge injection.” Pogo was gifted a doctors kit recently.  We also recently got Pogo vaccinated. (Two separate – seemingly unrelated events that changed my bum..! ouch)

This time, our loving nurse decided that the vaccine would be administered to Pogo’s tooshie. And what a wail he let out! Pogo has never winced this much for any of his previous vaccines. Consoling him, I said “Pogo baby please don’t cry, these injections make your stronger” As his wail subsided into small sobs, we went back home. We were worried and spent the night applying balm and ice packs to his now red tooshie.

A week later, as routine would have it, I was busy making dinner. Suddenly, Dr. Pogo, a Stethoscope around his neck and injection in hand, runs to me yelling “Mummy stronger, mummy stronger” and jams a plastic injection into my tooshie. OUCH…!!

Parenting 101: Age does not weaken you, kids do. Ouch Ouch Ouch.

Oh Deer Lord! (Prep Part 2)

We (read as me and me alone – dragging my silent partner & co-parent my darling hubby along) are prepping pogo for his school interview (which feels more like MY exam than that of anyone else’s).

Pogo has his quirks, well he is two (and a half) and he is supposed to. (read Pogo’s prepping quirks here). Prepping him is a task by itself but yesterday, all my dreams of guiding Pogo towards World Presidency twenty years later went straight to the drain. (or further below straight to hell..!)

Taking a break from the strenuous prepping sessions, Gk, Pogo and I went to visit a relative. There, we saw a few toys scattered around and pogo began playing with those. I was in the kitchen helping my aunt with the evening snacks.

Pogo was playing with a toy; loudly and clearly my adorable, darling husband says “Oh pogo, the lion says Roar” Pogo happy with his father’s (sudden, once-in-a-while)  involvement, immediately caught on to the name and kept repeating “Lion – Roar… Lion-Roar”

Unaware, I walk into the room with the snack tray only to be aghast! Pogo was playing with a cheetah toy.. merrily singing “Lion-Roar.. Lion- Roar”  (My week long animal identification training down the drain… controlling my now exploding anger,) I explain that it is a cheetah toy to both my lovable munchkin and darling husband.

“So what?”  exclaims GK, “they are all animals after all” while pogo continues to merrily (and now quiet irritably) chant “Lion – roar… lion- roar” with a cheetah toy.

Parenting 101: Try and try until someone else destroys it for you and then try again..!

Bribed

Just image those tiny hands wrapped around you in a warm hug..!! I love it..! I am a sucker for hugs and kisses. Its an inborn trait and there is nothing I wish to do to change it. Now, God gave me Pogo, who is an especially a don’t-infringe-my-personal-space kinda kid (read HERE). So what do I do? I train him to give me a kiss/hug every time he needs something from me. (wink-wink)

Like, while playing, when he wants to borrow a toy from me, he would have to say “Mamma, I want the yellow car please” and then give me a hug followed by “thank you” when I hand it over to him. Everyone at home loved this little game. (Cuz everyone wanted a hug from Mr.I-am-too-cool-to-hug Pogo.)

All’s good when you are hugged and cuddled by your little munchkin. But then, the munchkin grows a loooonnnggg tail and behaves like the little naughty monkey that he is. One morning, my adorable lovable husband brought home chocolates (Do I look like i need any more sugar in me?) to celebrate our anniversary (Bcuz that’s the quickest he could grab on his way home) and little Pogo saw it.

Schools and birthdays take a toll on your dietary habits and Pogo LOVES his candies. (we have been trying to reduce his sugar intake at least at home)  Mr.Anton Ego (Read Here) who usually likes anything that is not-cooked by his mother immediately wanted a chocolate for himself.

So he located me in the other room, dragged me to the refrigerator, pointed at the chocolates and said “Mamma, I want chocolate please”. Horrified, I said “Pogo, those aren’t chocolate..!” (Who am I kidding, he knows every brand by the color of the wrapper). Sensing that I am taking him for a ride, Pogo immediately hugged me and says “Mamma, please, give pogo chocolate”

Melting at heart and holding on to my stern face (desperately trying to hide the smile that’s forming on my lips) I say “Pogo, Chocolates are not good, they’re spoilt, chi-chi, no to chocolates – okay?”

And Pogo drags me into a tighter hug, kisses my cheek and says “Mamma please” – head tilted to a side with a coy smile. And Alas..! Another battle lost.!

Cuteness overload is something that’s impossible to resist.

Parenting 101: When you teach your kid to be cute, he automatically learns when to be cute..

Grain Train

What is it with mothers and food? My whole life seems to revolve around making dishes for pogo, trying to get him to eat (Read Here) and gobble up the remaining; only to start making new dishes over again.!

SIGH…!! If you thought labor was a pain in $***$ wait till you see the disapproving nod of your toddler, it will hurt beyond words and you cant even scream at him (the nod is so devastatingly powerful – Sob).

So, I took the advise of another (very smart) mother who said “The best way to make toddlers eat, is to hand them the food choices and act like it doesn’t bother you that they don’t eat”  Okay, I admit that I am no sucker for Reverse Psychology or anything but hey, after gobbing up enough of pogo’s sweetened, salt-less mashed and steamed food; I thought why the heck not!

Early Sunday morning, waking with with new found zeal, I hurry to make (what I think are) Pogo’s 3 favorite dishes. (what is it with #3  dishes? seems to have some special significance in my life?). After making Pancakes, Paniaram (South Indian Savory Dish) and Vada (South Indian Savory Dish). I silently walk into (even Ethan Hunt would be proud..!) pogo’s room while balancing the three dishes as he was busy with his toys.

Silently placing the dishes near pogo, I run out like my life depends on it…!! (I have no idea why this was important, need to consult my friend) Again, without making noise..! (Achievement.. Achievement…) Now was the time to practice what my friend thought me.! To ignore Pogo.

I peeped (Well, I was born with an inquisitive gene – blame my parents for it) into the room eager to see if the trick worked.  (More so to seek the ever-denied approval from Anton Ego himself). And what I saw reaffirmed my belief.

A gleeful pogo held up to me a piece of pancake in his tiny hands (Happy dance time…!! as always..Nope!) A hooting toy trained carried the rest of his breakfast around the room chugging along were the crumbs…! SIGH..!

Parenting 101: When a mother is smart, her kid is born smarter and then there is always a nanana.