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.
yet.
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 …
and firstborn
asks…
“Ma. what was W’s mum’s phone number?”
.
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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
“Sundar Garma”
yep.
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:-(
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Without the basic nuts and bolts in place you cant get tenderness and exalted emotions.
That was our first lesson in the script writing class.
His sharp mind figured that he himself might not know MiM’s phone number back home in chennai , that probably means that most 5-6 year olds dont have such numbers handy, so the story rings a false note.
First born belongs to the realism genre my friend. Dont try and mess with his head 🙂
i live for illogical, topsy turvy, wool gathering and cud chewing and listening to hameer kalyani on the loop
too realistic for me. that child.
I feel for you. I did a post ‘off with her head, meaning me’ thinking of your predicament, and bemoaning mine.
🙂 FB is a cutie.. No experience with 2 kids. But ya me n my Sis never really got along that well when we were kids!
Hahahaha! I love the practical nature of FB 🙂 and what a cute name for a tulsi plant 🙂 (Question to MiM: Why do you want him to name his plants very very tamil? (I loved the filter kapi reference :)) )
I like names that sound very very very shudhdhdhdhdh tamizh.
The parent of the said plant has naming rights, NOT the grandparent!!!!!
FB is one practical soul, bless him!
🙂 spoken like a honorary g.parent:-)
Er…how about gently suggesting that it be Sundari Garma…tulasi being a revered goddess and all…..:)
forgive the capitals. BUT FIRSTBORN IS HORRIFIED TO HEAR THIS.
The amazing processing that happens inside a kid’s mind is a constant surprise to me:):) Just when you think you have figured them out…
my firstborn is a flowchart of logic sometimes.
and my mind struggles to envelop itself around subjects more complicated than whether
1. to have curd with boondi
2. or mixture with curd
on a sunny afternoon.
payyan semma chutti
btw, I LOVE kids who always mokka pottufy and ask irrelevant questions.
adi paavi (if i may call you so)
naan dhaan irrelevantnu naan nanaichen
And as a mom of older kids, am here to depress you further with the observation that It Doesn’t work! Cats and Dogs, Montagues and Capulets…you name it…we live it. have gone back to my mother lines (which of course, I promised myself I would *never* utter) – the old bromide about them being there for each other when we are gone, which, in the middle of the nth fight of the day feels not-very-far-away!
what even YOU (ultra pragmatic engineer right?), M, go back to your mother lines that you promise never to utter.
than. ulp.
it can happen to me?
Fb rocks.
and i think he took in the story – that is why he asked for the phone no.
only kids in bollywood movies emote tenderly at such stories. i mean, please. do real kids do that ever? *shudders at the very thought*
i shamefacedly admits mine does. big fat tears when the protagonist is lost, sad, or even bad.
i really should not quote bad hindi films all the time. “ma, hum gareeb hain na, “said with a racking cough, should not have been my funny line when i was feeding her.
I recant! I repent!
(since MiM takes for ever to comment back on our comments we should have a comment party of our own before she gets back.)
LOL and agree sur. she keeps disappearing. MiM we strongly object.
mebbe sanah is surfing aneela’s blog?
hey. i was away settling firstborn into BIG school or rather pulling baby param away from the school van (he’s pushing the bigger kids and scrambling to get in)
hey !!!
i was pretty kollywood in my day, wanting no forehead, all fringe and upward tilted lashes and a ponytail
aneela may please step in to speak for bollywood
I luvvv the name of ur Tulasi plant. FB rocks 🙂
Hey MiM, long time no post! All fine?
dont know why she does this to us – disappears w/o a trace 😦
I *know*!! You would think she had better things to do!! 🙂
hey. i see somepeople enjoying alphonso mangoes behind my back, or was it right under my nose?
and i had three blogposts of material that sorta sublimated into a mango craving , now. explain how i sort that you engineers
Am no engineer but i suggest you get down to writing about the mango craving- a wonderful post will emerge for sure, with a dash of nostalgia, a sprinkling of finely crafted sentences complete with the tartness of irony.
all hail sur!
So the kid loves numbers! (said just to rule up MiM 🙂
I’m thinking about what my son will name his plant.. I’m guessing “Bob”!
or more importantly what will the plant name your son?