if Sonny boy's prayers are being answered...
Owing to a death and a wedding respectively, the Ammamma and the maid are both missing in action this week.
I understood the maid to say that it was her husband's brother's son's wedding and she needed 3 days now, but would take no more leave the entire year. Ha! Taking the latter part of the statement with a pinch of salt, I gave her leave anyways.
And the Ammamma who had gone along with Sonny boy back to Kerala last week, told me that she was just getting the scent of her home into her nostrils properly and that it was too soon for her to return....
I need to bottle that perfume now!
So the working parents are left all alone to cope with the son in UKG- who returns home by 12.20 every day. We've re-scheduled our office matters in such a way that one of us is there for him these 3 days. Today was my turn to take time off to collect him from the school bus, while the Acha takes over in the evening when I have a client meeting (this dear client only ever starts his meetings post 5.30, and it goes on till 8, irrespective of whether anything is achieved or not)
I rushed through some things at work with my mind on the time and raced back home with a minute to spare for 12.20.
As I stood outside the gate and watched the yellow bus take the turn to our apartment, I heaved a sigh of relief. The bus curves past our apartment to go to the one ahead of ours and then returns.
And today, the bus curved, and then I saw a delightedly grinning face at the back of the bus. An answering broad grin broke out on my face, and I waved.
Two little hands came up waving madly.
And I wondered if he had been sending up a prayer to the One-Sitting-Above, for his Amma to be at home to receive him in place of the maid.
He'd asked me once why I couldn't go and get him every day at the gates. When I told him that my Boss (akin to his Ma'am) would not be happy with me if I did that every day. He mulled it over thoughtfully, then accepted resignedly that Ma'ams and Bosses were not to be trifled with.
But today's delighted smile showed me how MUCH it matters to one little boy (and his Amma) to have his Amma come and collect him. He was the first off the bus when it stopped.
Sigh!
When will God answer a big girl's prayers too, I wonder?
1 month ago
8 comments:
what a beautiful post JLT. hugs! :)
and yes the excitement when they see us is something else innit?
dontcha woory! soon he will embarrassed to see ya around his friends! then you wont mind that job that brings that jam so much! hehe!
cheers~!
you know.. it ain't really worth.. the extra butter on bread.. it might be just my view though.. but I raelly mean it yaar!
Sigh. The never ending dilemmas! But its OK, just a matter of time. so smile and wait :) hugs to'you
awww.. JTL.. Hugs! I know how it must feel.
I have this drama every evening when the clock hits 9:00pm. I have meetings from 9-10, and my girls yearn for me to sleep with them. And afternoons, since I pick her up everyday, she pleads with her dad to pick her up from school some days.
Maybe you could work from home once or twice a week and pick him up from the gate.. Am sure you must have tried if that was feasible..
MamaMia: Ooh, the jam comes in useful alright,:-) but not being there to see my son growing up sometimes gnaws at me- and I'm not quite sure what to do about it.....
ST: Oh, I dunno... seen from Sonny boy's point of view alone, it seems quite worthwhile to give it all up, but then, I dunno... there are so many complications, and while throwing it all up seems fairly simple, it mayn't be actually...I've done it once- stayed off till he was three.. and finding a job after is very difficult indeed.
WIAN : never ending indeed...
DDMom: Sigh! sometimes I wish we could regress back to those days where the men went out and hunted food and the women stayed back and kept house and reared babies. Simple!
Lovely post! Its the dilemma that many WM go thro'. In my personal opinion, the greatest blessing is being able to watch your kids grow. But I dont understand, why do I still work?
"bottle the perfume" hehe! Its a dilemma always, I resigned my job(after 20 years), becos of the transfer that I didnt want to accept since the "acha" here was already at a different places right from the beginning of our careers. Then came the 10th & 12th board exams of kids and at 48, we can just count 6 years of staying together!
hugs,jlt hugs..it must be so tough for you...
you are doing everything you can and he's growing to be a smart lil boy...:)
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