I do not think I would have considered blogging if I had not stepped into the shoes of a mother. I attribute most of my blogging journey to this adventure called motherhood. As I continue to stumble and gracefully pick myself up during this glorious parenting journey, I have had several moments of euphoria, numerous epiphanies, and most of all some extremely fun anecdotes to share.<\/p>\n
Sharing with you a recent page from my motherhood diary.<\/p>\n
There is an interesting family movie on Netflix by the name of YES DAY. No offense to the movie, but I had the misfortune of watching it with my two little elves a few months back. By the time we finished watching the first 40 minutes of the movie, my elder one Ms. S declared looking at Jennifer Garner, you are just like her<\/em> mom! <\/em>As much as I would like to believe that I am equally attractive, I am afraid Ms. S didn\u2019t mean it like that. What she meant was —<\/p>\n I am not a yes mother. I am more like\u2026 Nope. Nooo. Never happening kiddo! Whatever your question is my answer is No. <\/strong><\/p>\n I am not paranoid. I am a mother. And by virtue of that, I am going to say NO. That is part of my Job! And that\u2019s why Ms. S thought I bore resemblance to Jennifer Garner\u2019s character in the movie.<\/p>\n I had this notion in my head that I was an extremely fun and interesting person; Until we watched YES DAY, that day. Looking at Jennifer Garner, it was evident that I was an extremely boring a person. Since then, Ms. S & Ms. T had been hounding me with the request of celebrating a YES DAY! Me being me, obviously never conceded to their request.<\/p>\n In my defense, the questions that they ask aren\u2019t particularly pleasant. Consider this.<\/p>\n Q- \u2018Mom, can we have a sleepover?\u2019<\/p>\n A- NO. Not happening.<\/p>\n Yesterday I had to flush Ms. T\u2019s poop that she had conveniently left behind post her restroom visit. What makes them think I will allow a sleepover?<\/em><\/p>\n Q- \u2018Can we watch Tablet?\u2019<\/p>\n A- NO!<\/p>\n Do they have the nerve to ask me that after watching Jurassic Park for the third time on TV?<\/em><\/p>\n Q- \u2018Mom, can we have ice cream, please? Feeling hungry.\u2019<\/p>\n A- NO!<\/p>\n Ms. S sneezed after her swimming lessons yesterday. Of course, no.<\/em><\/p>\n And this one is the worst.<\/p>\n Q – \u2018Mom, can I go for that BTS concert streaming on PVR.\u2019<\/p>\n A- NOOOOOOO.<\/p>\n The last time I celebrated her birthday she was 8! BTS Concert. Over my dead body. <\/em><\/p>\n So, you see, I ain\u2019t complaining for nothing. They always come up with the wrong question!<\/p>\n Two days back they had a breakthrough, though.<\/p>\n I had been working on my manuscript late in the night and was invariably extremely sleepy post-lunch the next day. I thought a quick afternoon siesta would do me good. I switched the AC on, closed the door, switched the lights off, hit the bed, and pulled up the Dohar<\/em> up to my chin. VOLLA! I was ready to enter the magical realms of a much-needed afternoon nap. I must have barely slept for 10 minutes when the little one barged in. That knocking is an option, has probably never struck the innocent little mind of Ms. T.<\/p>\n \u2018Mumma, can I have a 5-star? Please. Pretty please!\u2019 she asked.<\/p>\n I did not have enough energy to open both eyes, so I opened one. There she stood beside my bed with folded hands, a bar of 5-star chocolate peeping from between them!<\/p>\n Chameleon. Pretty Please! What is that?<\/em><\/p>\n \u2018Yes.\u2019 I said grumpily. I simply wanted her out of the room.<\/p>\n \u2018Yes! You said yes!\u2019 she began bobbing up and down excitedly. Seconds later she ran away.<\/p>\n Her excitement was enough to activate her elder sister who came running out of her room. Now the two stood outside my room. Since Ms. T hadn\u2019t bothered to shut the door behind her properly, I could overhear their hush-hush conversation.<\/p>\n She said Yes. You\u2019re joking, right?<\/em><\/p>\n No didi. She said yes. I can have a chocolate. <\/em><\/p>\n Does she know you just pulled it out from the freezer?<\/em><\/p>\n She didn\u2019t ask. But she said Yes.<\/em><\/p>\n Go and ask her if we can watch TV. <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em>Before I could get up and close the door Ms. T was standing beside my bed again following Ms. S\u2019s command. Such a remarkable display of obedience and sisterhood!<\/p>\n \u2018Mumma, can we watch TV?\u00a0 NO, youtube promise.\u2019 The saccharine voice of Ms. T fell on my ears.<\/p>\n \u2018Yes. Go now. Please let me sleep.\u2019 I was irritated. I wanted to sleep.<\/p>\n The loyal messenger went back and now there were 2 of them jumping outside the bedroom door.<\/p>\n Muffled voices continued plotting.<\/p>\n Do you think she will say Yes to a cookie? <\/em><\/p>\n You can try Didi.<\/em><\/p>\n And so, in came Ms.S.<\/p>\n \u2018Mumma, since she is eating chocolate, can I please have a cookie? Just one!\u2019 she said handing me out her logic.<\/p>\n \u2018Yes… Yes, she can have chocolate and you can have your cookie while watching TV. Now please go. And please close the door behind you!!!\u2019 I cried out. I was super frustrated and very sleepy.<\/p>\n Ms. S ran out of the room in no time. The door remained half open.<\/p>\n The whispering continued.<\/p>\n She is saying Yes to everything. Let\u2019s ask her about\u2026. <\/em><\/p>\n (<\/em>Spoken in each other\u2019s ears. I couldn\u2019t understand.)<\/p>\n Then some giggles.<\/p>\n No, she will never say Yes. <\/em><\/p>\n Arre, you ask na. Try. <\/em><\/p>\n Ok didi. <\/em><\/p>\n Now I was curious. This was like a litmus test for me. I had to say YES! I sat up and bid my goodbyes to sleep.<\/p>\n Ms. T was back in position.<\/p>\n \u2018Mumma, can we go swimming tomorrow after lunch with you?\u2019 she asked softly.<\/p>\n Okkk. So that\u2019s like a catch-22 situation. I do not know how to swim. Most of the time kids go for their swimming lessons with their father. I never tag along. I\u2019d rather sip a cup of coffee in peace, read a book or probably write something.<\/p>\n \u2018Yes. I will.\u2019 I gave my consent. I had to. They should know that their mother can say YES to a lot of things and is a lot of fun!<\/p>\n \u2018Yes! You said Yes!! Didi \u2026.\u2019 Ms. T was ecstatic.<\/p>\n She didn\u2019t have to run back. Ms. S was already inside the room with eyes wide open.<\/p>\n \u2018You said Yes Mumma? Really? You will come with us?\u2019 She was staring at me, her pupils dilated.<\/p>\n \u2018Yes. I said Yes.\u2019 I replied, amused at myself.<\/p>\n \u2018You are the best Mumma\u2026mmmuuaah.\u2019 Her happiness was sealed with a kiss.<\/p>\n I watched both my girls giggle and wiggle around the house shouting it is a Yes Day!<\/em><\/p>\n So, two days back we had an unofficial YES DAY!<\/p>\n If you were to ask me, I still consider myself extremely interesting even if I say NO to a lot of things!<\/p>\n IMAGE CREDITS: STARPNG<\/p>\n