First of all let me apologize for the missing posts. Life has been pretty hectic the past few weeks and this madness will last till Yaya leaves home.
Last Sunday, I was up early to watch the Meteor shower (Eta aquarids, associated with Hailey’s comet)). Kirra came and sat next to me. I did think of waking the kids up, but they were up late in to the night spending as much time as they can with each other before Yaya leaves home. I explained to Kirra the difference between meteor, meteorite and meteoroid and she slept off with her head on my lap.
The last time Hailey’s comet was visible, it was in 1986. I was in 10th standard. Even in my wildest dream, I never imagined I would be where I am today. ( let alone write few sentences in English!) What a journey this has been..
My youngest woke up first as she takes Kirra to the dog park at 6 AM every day. She made hot chocolate for both of us, gave me a kiss after she gave a kiss to Kirra and wished me Happy Mother’s day.
Mom, What cake would you like me to bake today? I told her to bake Ina Garten’s lemon cake. It is a pretty straight forward cake recipe. When the cake was ready and I tried to cut it, it fell apart. This is a cake I baked so often that I knew right away that she tweaked the recipe.
“What did you do?” I asked her?
She looked at me a bit sheepishly and replied
“Well, the recipe asked for 4 eggs, I changed it to three cause I felt 4 eggs a bit too much”
I am a perfectionist and a strong believer of if you are going to do something, do it right and do it well. There is a reason why the recipe calls for 4 eggs.. you need the eggs to hold the whole thing together. I glared at her because I didn’t want to open my mouth and say things I might regret later. I understood my mother’s need to pishukkufy when she cooked..like taking the meen puli out of the curry and using it again the next time she made fish curry.. I always have a tray of eggs in the fridge!
My son then jumped in to the fray and told me
“You can’t complain mom, you always tell us to wing it.. when it comes to cooking”
He likes to make oats for breakfast and take a measuring cup to measure 60 ml of milk and I get really annoyed when I see him do that.. He should be able to add just enough milk in to a bowl to cook oats without having to use a measuring cup.. I glared at him too.. If eyes could spew fire, both would have turned to cinders…
Finally Yaya emerged from her room holding a A4 size envelope.
“Mom, I am working today, but this is for you, Happy mother’s day” She said
I opened the envelope. .inside was a beautiful photo of the 4 of them (3 + Kirra)..
I am glad my eyes couldn’t not spew fire.. I know my children have their own way of doing things and I can’t force them to be like me and do things the way I do things..
There is nothing in this world that is more precious than the love they have for me.. and that is what I need to remember even those moments when I feel a bit murderous..