Tuesday, September 29, 2015

My [Witty] Niece Lucy

Lucy is my 13 year old niece, who to me is a funny creature. Funny because she has always been the witty member of the family with her sharp and snappy responses, often unprocessed but very natural. On the downsize, she is also the 'naughty' member, sly and cunning that she gets her way through somehow.

Here, I would like to share some of the tit-bits she entertains us with, with the hope that one day she will read them and relish her childhood days:

We are blessed with active and kind neighbours who flourish us with green organic vegetables all through the season. Saag is one kind, almost on daily supply from different sources.

One evening I commented, "Looks like our neighbours plant half of their gardens as our share."
Lucy's quick remarks, "Next season, they should plant Chicken!"

Note: She loves chicken curry next to herself.

We were driving home after office. I asked Lucy what she did with the money I gave her that morning in case if she had to take the cab home. She pretended not hearing. I asserted once more, and made the lame comment, "Lucy, money doesn't grown on trees."

She responded, "Money is made of papers, and papers are made from trees. So, money grows on trees!"

(This is what I put up as my FB status few days ago.)
We went to a fancy decor shop to buy a cloth-brush. Lucy was so awestruck with the beautiful things available in the shop, specifically decors with Eiffel Tower prints. I heard her going "wow", "ewww", and "OMG'.
So, I asked, "Is there anything you need?"
She said, "Alu, these are not needs but all WANTS!"

Note: Sometimes, these kids remind you lessons such as this.

Over the Tshechu holidays, her class has been asked to undertake a small research project. Closer to the weekend, she asked me to edit and help her with it. Of the components she hasn't completed, I asked her to do it herself.

As I was downstairs washing the car, she shouted from the window, "Who will write the contents, acknowledgment and conclusion for my project?"

I shouted back that she should do it herself and that I will only assist with the editorial. Few hours later, she came with a draft. When I asked her to reframe her sentences, she said, "How can I edit my own sentences?" 

Yes, I ended up framing the sentences for her.

When she was younger, Lucy was just so restless that every evening, I awaited some kind of complain from her school. Principal Ma'am Carolyn is said to have asked if she had a pin-in-her-butt. 

One PTA session, my Husband was asked by Lucy's teacher if Lucy had a younger brother. Apparently, she has been telling her teacher that her homework get torn by her 'little brother' - a good excuse for NOT submitting her homework.

Note: Given that she will work a little harder, Lucy has all the potential unearthed as yet.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

An Open Letter to My Lolo

Dear Lolo,

When was the last time I wrote you a letter? 

When I left for work this morning, you were still in your sleep...your head rested on your little left arm. I planted a soft kiss on your cheek and whispered "I love you Darling". If you were awake, you would have responded, "I lou you.

I am writing this letter to let you know my feelings tonight. In my dreams, I had given birth to a baby girl, probably the aftermath of the discussion the other day in the office circling about the second round. Most of my colleagues feel I am at the right time to plan for a younger child now that you are nearing three. I may have other reasons as well (we always have many reasons), but the primary one is that I will fear divided attention for you.

Honestly, my fears of being a working mother were all proven wrong by your goodness. Till date, touchwood - you have been the most amazing child ever! You gave me freedom in my thoughts, actions, and movements alike. You were never the nagging child (may be for few times). We are so blessed with you Lolo.

Everyone thinks you will need a friend to grow up with. I look around and you have a houseful! Your elder siblings are ready to die for you, needless to say how much we love you. You have three families after your well-being and three generations of parents. Going by your nature, you will have the world at your feet, because you are capable of it.

In you I enjoy the most beautiful moments and you still have years to entertain us. You leave us with no choice but to be in awe of everything you do, including the new flat screen you broke with the stick. You are amazing Lolo!

Anyway, I meant to tell you that a dream is best kept as a dream... ha ha. Am I trying to impose my decision disguised as your excuse? I think I am. All right, to put it straight - you are every child I had dreamt of, and unless I get tired with you (which is next to impossible), I will not think of anything else.

When I woke up from the dream,  you hit me with your hand and I caught you smiling in your sleep. You hit me a second time before hiding your smile. If you were in pretext, I will get you back Lolo. Otherwise, we both shall wake up the beauties of your existence.

You are truly beautiful my Lolo.


Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Why I missed the (last) Blogger Conference

It was until Rekha and Jambay Dorji asking me my absence during the last blogger's conference on Sunday, 30 August 2015 that I felt the moral obligation to justify the sudden change in plan.

Let me put it this way:

As a working mother of a toddler, I am often battled with the hardest decisions to prioritise my obligations. Of course, I don't mean to portray as a very obsessed mother which I am not, rather I must be one of the most casual mothers around who wants to see her child grow up within her own likes and dislikes. But this doesn't again justify my priority which for now is my daughter, because she is not even three and she will not understand the only two days of the seven that she gets to spend with her mother. That's why, she passionately calls her as "Mummy ga Zaa-min" literally translated as  "I am my mother's daughter"!

Until 9:30 a.m. that Sunday, I was determined to attend. I had already informed my husband that I would be attending the conference and he offered to baby-sit Lolo. And yes, the weekends are also the only breaks for my old parents (both in early seventies) who devote their weekdays to babysit Lolo. 

When I called Kuenza few minutes past 9:30 a.m. Lolo was half-way through her breakfast, and still nagging. Kuenza and I had planned to attend together, something like I will call her when I start from home and we meet somewhere to barge in together (as usual). 

On the other end, Kuenza expressed similar opinions stating that she was alone with Dechen, with her mother and husband gone to Yusipang for personal errands. My opinion went something like I get the don't-go feeling because of the various obligations laid for the day. Lolo halfway through her breakfast while planning her day like go to the vegetable market to buy Olaf the carrot! Then visit Amchi's place in Dechencholing, my sister's place. This is one social event she parks for the weekend which gives her the freedom to explore her Amchi's place. She also wanted to have iii-ceam (ice-cream) and zee-lly (jelly). And she said, "Mummy ma dhe na (don't go Mummy)", her marble eyes flickering for (positive) response.

Lolo enchanted by the tiara
[Note: We did have a fulfilling Sunday. In addition to her plans, we also made this tiara out of the cosmos flowers blooming outside my sister's place.]

My husband saw me around even after 10:00 a.m. and was like, "You didn't go?" Between us, I said his never-ending prayer session held me back (but honestly, that was not the reason).

The reason is: Weekend is the only time I get to spend quality time with my daughter. Monday to Friday, I leave office before 8:00 a.m. when often Lolo would be buzzing in her sleep, and reach home not before 6:00 p.m. The few hours into the night, I run around the house with a peck and a pat as and when I bump into Lolo who is also equally busy with her movements. So, weekend is really the only time Lolo and I spend time going for shopping, going to the park, or visiting relatives and friends. 

When I state this, some may be tempted to question what about the times I leave her for my official duties like trips and travels. 

When I knew I was carrying, I almost immediately charted out my priorities. I said for the first year when I would be nursing my child, I will not leave the house even for a night, unless my child accompanied me. This explains why I missed the Europe trip when Lolo was 9-months old. I proudly state this to show the pride I wore then, and even now. After I weaned and Lolo started her solids, surprisingly she exhibited total independence in her routine in terms of no-problem-eating, no-problem-sleeping, besides not being a cry-baby. She paved this flexibility for me to leave her for durations as long as two-weeks without a single complain upon return. For these kinds of situation, she knows I am NOT home and won't be back until the return date.

When I am around and it is weekend, she knows it very well. 

From the 1st Blogger Conference, Aug 30, 2015
Lastly, on a closer look at the attendees of the blogger conference, correct me but I noticed most of the attendees were either parents of grown-up children, or aspiring parents, or should I say "fathers" (don't drag me into confrontation here, please!). All I want to share is that I couldn't attend because I had plans with my daughter that Sunday, and right now my role as a mother demands much more commitment than my interests and passions.

I sincerely hope I can attend the future meets.