I was watching “Everybody Loves Raymond” (yeah, I still watch the reruns), lying leisurely on my couch. When abruptly my daughter Tisha declared “Mamma, I want something”. Something as in something to eat.
Boy! There is nothing more terrifying than this ‘something’ word. Something means they are not sure what they want to eat. Off course, they don’t want a proper food food. So you have to go through the whole charades of showing them everything you have, and asking them one by one, if they would like to eat that. Most tiring thing is you will always hear no, till the time you feel like crashing on the floor.
Having no other option I asked –
Me: you want egg?
Thankfully, Otu (My 2 yr old son) came to my rescue.
Otu: Grapes. Mamma, grapes.
Grapes given to them. I came back again to my dearest couch and resumed the show. When….
Otu: Mamma, plate.
So, now they want grapes in separate plates. Given. Few seconds passed, I sat and….
Otu: Mamma, spoon.
Now, who eat grapes with a spoon? Well, looks like my aristocrat son Otu does.
One minute passed.
Otu: Mamma, hanky.
Even when he is eating grapes, that too with a spoon, he somehow managed to get his hands dirty. :O
Wearily, I said “Go ask your Papa. Why didn’t you guys go to him? He is also sitting here. Call him.”
BTW he (my hubby) was also there, just sitting quietly with his laptop, doing nothing. As always. Giving me ‘The Look‘ on hearing his name.
Otu: (again) No. Mamma, I want hanky.
Me to hubby: Why can’t they ask you for everything and leave me, at least for 5 minutes? Why don’t they come to you?
Hubby: because, you are lucky. 😛
(He meant it sarcastically, believe me.)
I started thinking, was I like that with my mother? I remembered my mom saying to me umpteen times, how I have never let her sit for a moment. How I was always calling her for my every little needs. I didn’t went to my Papa, even when I wanted something from him. I always went to my Mamma first and then she used to take my case forward to Papa. I was not scared of him, he is not at all scary :). It was just that I always believed my Mamma understand what I want much better than anyone else. She was my first person.
Back to my lucky phase, my kids. I realized, how they come to me for their tiniest needs. When they are hurt, or happy, or just showing off. They will scream Mamma, and suddenly it will be the only thing that would matter to them, to get the desired reaction from their Mamma. To see, how she kisses their fake wounds and heal them, or to see how she laughs with them, or admire them each time they learn something new. I realized how much it meant to me, that they are calling me first, and not their Papa or to say anyone else in this whole world. Just me. I am the most valuable parson of their life. I am their first person.
I am lucky. 🙂
And, what do they want from me? Well, Everything.