The brat is becoming an independent boy. And much as it pleases mamma and gives her enough and more time to file her nails and throw more food into her gullet, it also saddens her a wee bit.
He now sleeps in the other room with his grandmother. Changes his clothes on his own, eats on his own, and even does most of his homework on his own.
Mamma is wringing her hands like a black and white movie distressed damsel at being rendered redundant and being handed her papers, metaphorically speaking.
On Saturday, Mamma was taking her afternoon nap, which is generally classified under donot wake up unless a bomb has landed on the building, richter level 7 earthquake in progress or aliens have taken over the earth, when the brat sauntered into the room, with great show of bravery shook mamma awake.
"Wha? What? What?" said Mamma in increasingly shrill pitch, being jerked out of the land of nod is not a pleasant feeling altogether when this one hour of weekend afternoon nap is what one looks forward to all through the week.
The brat shoved a plate under her nose containing two slices of bread with some indeterminate gluey unguent placed between the slices.
'What? What? What?" Mamma said again, her questions not being answered.
"I made a samwich," said the brat with a shy self conscious smile, which generally precedes the recounting of any act for which he knows he will lauded in loud tones and smothered with kisses. Which he will then proceed to wipe off with the back of his palm.
Mamma proceeded to behave true to type and declaimed in loud tones about how proud she was of him, and smothered him with kisses sloppy enough to guarantee her rebirth into the canine species.
He mopped himself and and offered mamma a bite. He had layered cheese spread and butter. And was biting happily from a sandwich he would have summarily rejected had mamma placed it in front of him.
Mamma was happy, a bittersweet kind of happiness. The brat now didnt need mamma to make him a sandwich. He could forage in the kitchen and fix himself a meal. Mamma now was officially retired from her job.
Then he piped up, "Mamma, you will feed me the samwich?"
Ah, a mamma's job is never done.
12 opinions:
HI Kiran
That is the sweetest story ever.
Anu
Awww, you'll soon realize that as the kid grows the mother's job changes, soon you will be mentor and guide, then you will be refuge and later on you will be banker. A mom's job is never done
Aww! How cute can it get. I love brat.
Anu: :)
Phoenixritu: You are so right. Realised Im through with all the phases right to banker with my mom.
Poornima: Thankee.
Sanya: I will cry and moan and beat my breast and stalk him and be Jane Fonda in Monster in Law of course. What did you think?
Already feeling sorry for your son's partner.. u r so heading towards being that monster-in-law :D
Such a sweet thing to do for his mom....you are one lucky lady :)
That's such a sweet post.
phew!
Sweet. Loved the ending.
Awwww...precious! Loved this post. Such a set of mixed emotions na when you see your little ones growing :-)
the ending was the sweetest :)
Nice to read posts about Krish becoming a beeeeg boy. He is becoming a mature little guy . Enjoy :).
And you are sad about it.Sigh. I am looking for that phase in my life. There are days I am so tired of doing everything for my son and wished I get a helping hand.
CS
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