My tiny Professors

I wish I knew most of what I know today nine years back. I know what it means when Jia stares at me after her meal. I know what it means when she tugs my t-shirt after a short while with her toys. I know what it means when she pretends to burp when she has just a spoon more of her porridge to finish.

I guess being a mother the first time is like graduating a University Course. And the second time round, you know exactly every rule of the game. And there is so much to share with the elder one who looks at me in awe and sometimes anger, as I do everything so comfortably for the small one.

Ria hates my lectures. But I tell her to keep a close watch as every detail that registers in her mind would help her when she becomes a mother!! Am I taking her too far? Not exactly.

I like being straight with Ria and she often complains as we tuck ourselves goodnight, " Ma, I love you, but sometimes you are very strict." After joking around a bit, I end up telling her I can't be a friend always and at some point of time I have to be a mother too. Maybe that's when I'm deemed strict.

Honestly, my little ones have been teaching me so much. Eventhough I yell at them for every second thing they do or don't do, there is this quick realisation that I'm no saint and that I could even be responsible for an unhealthy script. Oops, I'd rather give them opportunities to learn, unlearn and re-learn just as I am with each day of my life.

I'm so thankful to them for the tiny lessons each day. And the best part of each day is the group hug we share after our evening prayer. I want this picture of our family tradition to stick on in their minds. And the hugs would get bigger and stronger as days and years pass. Amen.

Thank you, my tiny Professors!