Archive for June, 2008
Finding My/Our Balance
Author: utbt26 Jun 2008
Its been 4 weeks since the mother became a faculty in her daughter’s school. The mother and the daughter have settled in to a nice routine. They leave the house together and come back together. If the mother happens to walk in to the daughter’s classroom for some errand, the daughter comes running and gives a hug, kiss…yeah, the whole shebang. If the daughter happens to catch a glimpse of the mother through the window, she bangs the window to get the mother’s attention and waves all bright and cheery. She even calls her classmates and proudly points, ‘That is MY mommy’.
But it took quite a bit of learning from the mother’s part. Remember the mother’s bellyache about the lunch box issue? The first week, the mother did go overboard on the same issue. She checked the daughter’s lunch box during her break *gasp* pulled the daughter aside to feed her the food *gasp to power of gasp*. The poor daughter was seen walking around as if she crushed by an invisible boulder. At times she even hid under the table when the mother walked by.
But within two days, thanks to the over thinking and over analyzing mother’s brain that worked at the speed of light, a control system was established. Thus materialized an unspoken unwritten pact.
For the mother: When in school the child is cared for by HER teacher. Do not, do not, do not interfere.
For the child: When in school, you listen to what your teacher says. You were asked to sit out of circle time because you behaved inappropriately. Amma can’t do anything about it baby and NO you cannot come and start working in my class because you are unhappy with the situation you got yourself in to.
Guess even ‘mothering’ can become annoying, both to the child and to the mother, if the mother does not accept her boundaries.
Where Is My New Workplace?
Author: utbt23 Jun 2008
Me: Chula, today was amma’s last day in her school.
Chula: Huh?
Me: Yes, I will be working in a new place from June.
Chula: Huh?
Me: Let me see if you know MY new school is. The new school’s name is “{ Chula’s preschool}”…ta-da!!!
Chula: BUT…amma, that is MY school!
Me: Yes, what do you think, you and me in the same school?
Chula: No. NO. You can’t do that. You have to drop me in school and go…GO AWAY. You go to your college school, don’t come to my Montessori preschool.
So does it start this early?
Anyways, she will get used to it.
What say y’all?
PS: WELCOME TO MY NEW DEN.
Announcement
Author: utbtkids10 Jun 2008
Friends, thanks for keeping in touch. So many people regularly cheking for updates and enquiring why I went AWOL means a lot to me. I am grateful for all your support.
I am trying to move to a self hosted blog. The process is dragging on purely due to WordPress import issues supplemented by my inertia. Self imposed dead line to get the issues resloved - June 14th, 2008.
In the meanwhile, some updates from my side:
- I started working in the new place from May 26th, 2008. To say that the new job is stressful would be an understatement of the century. It is physically intense, I do about 100 lunges and an equal number of squats in one work day. ( Two words – Thundering Thighs. Hulk image would go great with my banyan tree green
) As a result of all this, I drop dead by the time the clock hits 8.30PM. - Six weeks of intense summer school starts June 16th. 9.00AM – 1.00PM work all five days, 5.00PM – 10.00PM evening classes four days a week…..its going be one crazy ride. The sole goal for the next six weeks will be to survive with miminum impact on the tots I will be servicing…oh, and of course not to doze off in the middle of the class. I already have nightmares that I forget to turn in an assignment and the teacher makes me stand up on the bench in front of the whole class.
- The kids are doing great. Mieja turned two end of last month. She is one naughty bunny. Her latest trend is waving her index finger and threatening people around her, ‘Odhai koduppen’ or ‘amma kathuva’. Means ‘Be careful, I will hit you’ and ‘My mom will yell at you’ respectively. Chula is turning her tricycle 90 degress, turning the pedal with her hands and is claiming that she is recycling. The mothers and daughters lock swords every now and then. But what is life without all this? Huh?
PS: MNAmma, thanks for the award. Thats super nice of you.
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