8 years ago, my son joined the kindergarten on a cold and wet autumn day. I carried baby on my back and held his small hand as we walked to the school that day. I think he was born with a sensor that told him where the puddles were. He walked straight in to the puddle and splashed the muddy water. My jeans was soaked so was his jeans !
He was always naughty, but when he had pneumonia and the Dr’s told me to arrange for his last rites, I never remembered all the good times I had with my son. All I remembered were the times I scolded him. And I promised myself that I will cherish every moment of my children’s life..
So I bought him gumboots..and he walked and jumped and splashed the muddy water in all the puddles and in winter he used to slide on top of the frozen surface..
What I remember the most about his kindergarten days was the annual school concert. His class sang “Spring time is garden time”. He was standing right in front, holding a paper flower and singing at the top of his voice and I could see that he was searching for me in the crowd, so I waved and when he finally saw me, his face lit up. I will never forget the smile on his face that day.
Yesterday was his grade 7 annual concert.
8 years have gone so fast !
I am pretty sure I gave my son a great childhood.. after all I let him walk through all the puddles ! I was a very generous mom with an absolutely loving heart!!!!, so I thought..
Not so !!
As we reached back home, I opened the door, let the kids in and thought I would check on my plants.
I should have known..
But at 9 pm, I wasn’t thinking straight. I was tired and was thinking of making a cup of coffee as I entered the house after checking the plants. My son was hiding behind the door and he howled so loud, I missed a heart beat,
“Not in the night you monkey,You scared me, I missed a heart beat” I screamed. I was so angry with him !
He looked at me for a second and then very quietly asked
“Mom, You have a heart? Since when?”
I haven’t laughed so much in a while!
I discovered your blog through a happy series of accidents today, moving from one blog to another. I love how you write. It is simple and it brings out the fears, and the pleasures of life so well. My children are about as old as yours, and I could relate to many of the posts.
Harini: thank you !