Mornings In Winters
Every morning in this chilly weather I ponder on whether to send S to school or not. Too many thoughts keep hovering in my mind, “he will get bored at home”…”what if the weather is same for the next 2-3 weeks”.. or “what if it will get sunny in next 2-3 hours”…or …“oh he will catch cold and cough again”…and what not…
Amid all these thoughts, I still push myself out of my bed every morning, prepare tiffin for S, pack his bag… and wake up S…. The moment I enter his room … this song plays as background score in my mind…
“Yahaan Alag Andaz Hai… Jaise Chidta Koi Saaz Hai… Yeh Waqt Ke Kabhi Ghulam Nahin…. Inhain Kisi Baat Ka Dhyan Nahin… Duniya Ka Naara Jame Raho…” and so on…
All my hurried-self comes to a standstill gazing at my sleeping angel. But I manage to gather back my scattered thoughts and shake S out of the dreamland,
“Come on Swarit, wake up… Ma’am is waiting for you…”
and his reply most of the times is either “mumma mujhe bohot neeni aa rahi thi…” or “mumma mai school nahi gaya, toh Ma’am roi roi karegi kya”?
And then in hush hush, follows brush – milk – washroom – bathing – dressing up… (follow my old post Best of moments for elaborate steps for few of the events)
On his way to the school bus, we share his school stories, what’s there in his tiffin, things to submit in school and one constant eye is there on the society gate to check if bus has not arrived…
If its too much foggy (which S calls hoggy)… or breezy … my anxiety levels pump up thinking how will kids manage in school… And sunny weather turns gloom to glee…
Bus arrives, S hops in and runs for the window seat to catch hold of the glimpse of his mumma. And so am I, waiting outside and looking through all the glasses so that S appears in one of them… And endless byes follow in chorus by all the anxious mothers… the bus departs… End of the morning saga…
And I come back home smiling with the morning moments with S still flashing in my mind, one by one like a Kaleidoscope… and there I get busy with my morning chores (writing being one of them) till the clock ticks for S to come back home…
These are my mornings… what’s yours?
Swati Jain is a mother of a 3-year-old and an Oracle consultant (computer engineer) for 7.5 years. She is a blogger by interest, happy by choice, observant and curious by nature. She loves simplicity and truth. Follow her blog at: http://khushiniwas.blogspot.