Thanks amma for taking us into your abode all summer long
and bearing with my children. I had the best vacation ever, love you amma :-)
I am back to the grind, after a long lazy summer
vacation. All I did was sat and ate mom’s yummy food. I came back a happy cow,
or should I say a stuffed pig. It was
indeed a dream come true to be watching her cook and learn from her. My sons
relished the steamy dishes, and I silently basked in their glory. Dad had his
own little package for the kids, he had a few chickens, dogs and cows at the farm,
and those were all the little brats needed, running behind them all day. Thanks
to FB, I met a lot of my long lost friends, many from school and college. I
enjoyed getting dressed with my sisters for weddings and parties. I witnessed
three deaths, two of which were very unfortunate. One was a close uncle of
mine, who suffered a long and painful health, the other was a naïve two year
old infant, my nephew, who died in a freak car accident. The pain and agony of
death brushing so close to home, was irreconcilable.
Mom, sisters and I went on a vacation to Thailand, now
that was a real vacation! The warm sun kissed beaches, the juicy tropical
fruits, the chilling coconut juice, and huge guavas, the never-ending breakfast
platters at the hotels, the fun we had communicating with the locals who dint
understand a word of English, and not to miss, the shopping, just loved it all.
The only thing that disappointed me was “pad-Thai” Everywhere I ate, I kept
comparing it to the Thai food in the US, and it was very different. My precious
camera was accidentally dipped into the waters of the gulf of Thailand, and
that was the end of it, the canon center could not revive it back. That was the
greatest reason I stopped blogging. Now I am on a hunt for a good camera that
fits my budget and creates the same magic, so please bear with me :(
Mom was always on a roll; now and then she missed her
yoga regime, but made up for it the next day. I tried to get up before her and
stay active, but always failed. By the time I got up, she would be in the
kitchen, whipping up something to eat. It would consist of a varied array,
fresh veggies, sprouts, and fruits for my sister, Indian breakfast for dad, and
a sweet treat for my kids, oatmeal and fresh pressed vegetable juice for
herself. After all that said and done, she would get with the house chores,
doing the dishes, sweeping and swabbing the floors, doing the laundry, watering
the plants, and also cooking lunch. Did I mention, my kids were also bathed and
fed? Amidst all this, she managed to attend her kitty parties, run errands,
visit her dentist and get her root canals, look after my little pranksters
while I was away, as I shamelessly enjoyed my new found freedom. Never did she
once grumble or mutter to herself that she was overwhelmed. Now that is what I
call a “Supermom”. Seeing her toil so much, my sister finally fixed up a house
maid to help her. How can a mom do all of it, and never complain? There is so
much I learned from her, the most being patience and sacrifice.
I am back to being a full time mom myself now, my son
starts school, and I seem to be more excited than him. I just loved his school
playground, his classroom is so colorful, and yet color coordinated, so organized
and inspiring. Back home, missing mom already :(