Am a strict mother these days. Most days, am not. Meeting the supply with the demand. My son has his first first-grade school assessment coming up
next week tomorrow . Maths. English, English dictation and Environment Science. But he is not showing any interest in preparing himself to be assessed. I really envy mother who has THE kid, natural in studies. (Are you reading this neighbour?)
On most of the days, I have no patience with a first-grade kid. I do not sit with him for his school work. That is the only job for my better half. He is a master. I do feel, Husband is disposable when he is around the house. But clearly, I need him when there is an assessment next week… Get your butt here soon! Puff! But he isn’t here this week.
So there I was, on the last weekend. Sitting along with my son, with practice sheets and prayers to God “Please give me the strength to make it alive till the end of
this hour these 10 minutes and not strangle him.” Every 10 minutes, I remind myself. He is my only son. Be a saint, DO NOT kill.
He clearly wants to escape. Actually me too. Both of us. But Life is cruel. Doesn’t give us what we want. I hope he understood that last weekend.
Do not judge me. Before you imagine me as a fat-rat matron holding a stick, wearing a printed knee-length frock and thick-framed black spectacles conducting a reign of terror, try spending 10 minutes with a boy who is more interested in super-hero than vowels of English.
10 minutes. Only. With a six-year-old who imagines wand in a pencil, the erasure as a transformer disguised and living among us in plain sight, who have to pee because I asked him the spelling of piled. What?! pencil is to write notes? I thought it is a magic wand with the black core from kryptonite!
Don’t blame him though. English is a weird language.
For instance, Why the hell Silent letter? Silent K in Knew. And wait, this gets better on the Island. There! A letter, an alphabet sitting right there, not making any sound. Just being there. Silently. The same S when added to “ex” becomes one hot cake bun. Or , Don’t get me even started about Queue. That is just one letter Q. What are the others doing there? Did the person doze off with one hand on u, other on e?
So now I have to know why K is silent in Knew but not Clock.
Me: “Listen to the sound Adi, K, clock ends with K.”
Son: But Mummy ..K is silent.
Oh Boy! Not in every word honey. That will be like a totally deaf alphabet. No sound.
Imagine how many zillions of space, wordpress would have saved, if it weren’t for these notorious silent letters. They exist but only in bytes. Taking up space but producing no sound.
That was English. Maths seems like a good boy. I mean, the subject is all logical, Right? Wrong. What the hell number-names doing here….legacy of English gf?. I mean who writes forty, repeat. forty and not 40 these days?
Meh! On the cheque lady? Hmm. Okay. But still. All the number names, just teach so he can write me a thousand dollar cheque every month. I only need that much. Teach him that. Did you notice the silent “ue” in there, with that condescending mind..won’t make a noise, these aren’t worth our talk.
So that was my Sunday.
At the end of the day, It was time for bed. The teacher was out of my system and mother was in, the guilty mother who punished her child and raised voice a bit longer than desired. He was almost asleep. Eyes closed and heavy breathing.
I said ” Adi, Maine aaj aap pe bahut gussa hui na ? Was I too angry at you today?”
Barely had these words left me and could reach my son sleeping next, I heard him reply. Yes. I signed. This is gonna be tough. All I wanted to tell him how much I love him and how important is reading, writing and learning and other parenting stuff.. yada yada yada blablabla.
Me: “But, You know that I love you no bounds. Right?”
“Who is my favourite boy in the whole world?”
He raised his head enough to show me his smile: Me!
Him again barely 2 secs later.Or may be less than a sec: And you are my favourite person Mummy!
My heart just melted. And I relaxed. probably the first time on that hard day.
The best part of being Ma is the love I get from my little man, No matter, how much I keep him away from his playtime and his super-hero, in the end, am forgiven and loved again. Any adult would have labelled me lunatic for life, but for my son, Am still his favourite ❤