i often tell firstborn stories about sibling who LOVE each other. Am always trying to get him to grasp the underlying moral in these stories.
I told firstborn a story on sibling love….(that happened here in KL)
this mum left her son W, age 9, with his dad and flew to India for a week.
W is in the midst of his exams.
But W is a responsible sorta kid, and held the fort bravely.
let himself in. ate the lunch cooked by dad (v. brave, this). studied on his own.
he cried on one day and called his mum in india. four times.
and not because W was missing his mum. he called to speak to his baby sis, age 3, who also flew with mum to india. he was missing her really badly.
firstborn listens. he is very quiet. and i am silent too.
and i look at firstborn. I expect him to ask me something very tender, may be a remark that tells me that he has been moved by this story, something that has touched his very core …
“Ma. what was W’s mum’s phone number?”
In other news. I dunno if tpl has named her baby on the blog yet? but we have a name for the tulsi plant that firstborn has raised from a seed. firstborn had been toying with names this past few days.
And the chosen name is
i was v. taken aback by this non-south indian turn of events.
Sambamoorthy was one of the first names that firstborn thought up. We all loved it. Very very interior tamil nadu. very very filter kaapi. we liked. sadly, it was rejected.
I politely asked firstborn if we could call it “Sundaram Garma” in deference to the fact that we are from tamizh nadu. But sadly, that was rejected too.
even the last name isnt tam:-(