School day 10


Back to school after the weekend and once again we were casualties of the infamous monday morning blues. The boys were excited to go back to school, but once again, Sid was most upset about me having to leave after a little time. The good thing that came out of it was that Nish decided to take charge of helping his twin adjust and cope and so he apparently kept walking up to a cranky moping Sid and telling him that “Aai has just gone for a meeting. She will come back soon. She always comes back. Don’t cry” The teachers were most moved by this conversation and at least 4 people told me about it. In fact, when i came back to the classroom area two hours later, Nish came running upto me and told me that Sid was sad and had been crying. “Aai, first please pick him up na! He has been crying!”


About myfourboysandme

Mom - a word that defines me... I smell of oats, johnson's and home baked cookies I am pink, purple, green and orange and so is the floor my kids color on. Flour on my clothes and a brush in my pocket, my glasses bent out of shape and smudged with tiny fingerprints. I can't remember the date but i know almost 40 pictures books by heart. I wake up humming 'wheels on the bus'and i talk with my fingers and eyes and mouth. My bag carries band aids, napkins, wipes, crayons, papers, candy and sometimes my wallet. I know all the parks and very few of the restaurants in my neighborhood. Most of my shopping is diapers, books and paints My phd certificate lies in a roll, the frame now contains an abstract work of art by two year olds and i am prouder of that piece of paper. mom - a word that defines me!

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