scary

Am so happy to have a John Smith kind of a name. You could Google, search on Facebook, search on Twitter, linked in and in n number of sites and find that there are 100s of "me"s around. And if you ever knew me, well - you have known me forever. 

middle ages

When a normal week means

No rushing to the hospital

No emergency calls from the school

And all household help is present.

The small pleasures of normalcy...

Mother

Take me gently - like a delicate flower
Take me even as the breeze lifts the creeper
Take me with no pain
Take me, so that I shall never again
Wonder if I am going or coming back

Take me to my mother
To my father and
to all those I hold dear
Take me with no fear

Take me so that I may
See the light at the end of my day
Take me,
Take me far away

Take me with a smile on my lips
And fond memories
Take me
Take me away...

Mother of a son

I never thought it would be something so special. The pride of seeing your son discover something and sharing his excitement with such awestruck, wondrous eyes. He makes me wonder all the time who is teaching whom, what.

Even as i try teaching him to eat with a sense of decorum and a sense of time, he is teaching me patience.  When I am teaching him about insects and gardening, he teaches me excitement at seeing caterpillars curl up and snails shrinking into their shells. He teaches me happiness when he catches a ball, letting go and yelling ooooohhhh when he wants to do a together "wolf maadiri kathuhu"  going on the scooter, sensitivity - when he becomes silent on perceived injustices and I have to explain my actions to him.

My child - my teacher. My son. My wonder. My very own.