Dressed in a sharp
suit, a red tie and a white shirt, the new school principal is not among those
that can go unnoticed. He is a big guy with a radiant smile and is very
personable to all the students and parents alike.
"What do you mean
you don't know where the restrooms are??” I yelled, as my daughter refused to
take her younger sister to the restrooms during the school play. I shoved the
girls and ordered for them to march as we headed towards the restrooms. Before
you judge me please let me add that I was exhausted after a long day. As we
turned round the corner of the auditorium, the new principal was standing
there. I would have never guessed this about myself - I smiled brightly as I
saw him! I smiled so... very brightly, you would think I was watching an awe-inspiring
sunset!! He smiled back and suddenly and just like that my exhaustion just
melted away.
I stood placidly
outside the restroom waiting for the girls to emerge. My face was softer and
the fact that our seat numbers in the theatre was messed up didn't bother me as
much. My daughter looked quizzically at my smiling expression. I leaned into
her and whispered, " That principal, he's hot! Can you get into trouble so
I can meet him in person?”
"Mommy!!!” she
groaned! With her index finger waving a no-no at me. I rejoiced at her
reaction. Yes! I love annoying those I love!!! But this interaction like
several others is the hallmark of my relationship with my children, enabling us
to share stuff that I would never dare to share with my own parents!
Just as simply and
casually, we discussed death one evening.
"Mommy would you
like to be buried or cremated?” they asked innocently. "Burn me and throw
my ashes into the waters!” I replied throwing my right arm into the air
dramatically like an actress. " Do you mean the ocean or the rivers, which
one would you prefer?” my little one asked. Oh! just flush me down the toilet", I
said only half joking. "I would never do that,” she said quickly.
The conversation
stopped at that as we listened to a favorite song on the Radio, each one of us
a bit lost in our own little world.
"How about I put
your ashes in my fishing bowl?” my little one questioned me again. I could not
contain myself. I laughed aloud imagining this unusual plan taking shape. Suddenly
the thought of being contained in a small bowl gave me a deep sense of safety
that I have always desired. "Sure! I love the idea. In fact you guys should
split my ashes and both of you can feed your fish a little bit of me
every-time" I suggested still delighted by the fact that I would be somehow
close to my children even after dying. I made a fish face and whispered their
names in a fishy voice that sent ripples of laughter through the room. “Guess
you will be pushing sea-weed instead of daisies”, concluded my older one and we
rolled in laughter once again.
Rightly or not, there
are few barriers in this relationship! Rightly or not I am hated as much as I
am loved, laughed at as much as I’m cherished, a confidant as much as a parent!
Rightly or not I love this ease in our relationship and the pleasure of
laughing, even if it’s just at ourselves!
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