“and may god less you…
and may god less you…”
baby param singing the happy birthday song. and what he thinks is the second stanza…
so. ma. what did you do at home today ?”
Baby param pops me the question as he jumps out of the van. er. wasnt that my half of the dialogue?
“today the teacher stamped on some books and slapped me…”
this is 100 per cent fiction. maybe even 200 per cent.
“hello. vanakkam. oru kaamedy sollunga”
baby param answering the phone.
i have mentioned earlier that i will never forgive the mmmim for watching kollywood dial-in comedy shows. totally stand by it.
full month of burnt idlis for the mmmim coming up.
there’s a lot of good press about toddlerhood, infancy, bibs and breastfeeding. but i was too tired to notice. i found the first years of motherhood overwhelmingly exhausting ( on good days ) and exhaustingly overwhelming (on the other days).
and just when firstborn headed schoolwards, babyparam popped out. and there went another three years.
i want to go on record that i am not nostalgic about baby photos, prams and spit-ups. i dont miss the emergency runs, suppositories, and the dirtiest tee-shirts in this side of south east asia. i dont miss the four hour marathon feeding sessions, baby chairs and the backaches.
here’s my happiness haiku
am glad for me