Reflections Of A Desi Mom

Summers are here.. and so will be the mangoes along with the camps for little and big children thronging the nooks and  corners of the city.  Its almost thrilling to see soo many options to entertain and keep our children busy through the scorching heat. Growing  up I never saw/read/heard something like that in my then small city.  As a new Mom, I was fascinated by the dearth of options I had to choose from. Be it phonics, swimming, craft, quilling,  dance etc etc.. I literally had just about too much to choose from. And mind you - it was overwhelming!! I remember the first summer that we were in Pune, I was just happy that my mermaid could enjoy in the tub and pool  with her cute lil flower swim suit. Of course, finding the right Playgroup was on the top of my mind..It seemed such a  huge decision then!  Then came the next summer. When we both had got used to 2+ hours of structured time in play school. Yes I was happy  I didn't have to go pick her up in

Class 2 officially ends for DD and her class mates today.  I don't know about N, but I sure felt the pang while sending her off today.  Its simple, some of you might say.. way of life...1 chapter is over another begins.  Yes I can't wait for summer vacation..  Yes I can't wait to shut my alarm clock for 1+ months... Yes I am exhilarated on not making 2 dabbas for the next 50 odd days..  But Yes I am also sad that my child grew out of the 2nd grade soo soon. A part of me wants her to grow out of this rebel phase and wanna be able to do big girl things with me.. Another part of me wants to hold on to this bubbly..silly..full of inquisitiveness phase a little longer..!  She hated to study some subjects and loved others.. Her interest in EVS flourished and dwindled in English. With fingers crossed I hope that 3rd grade brings about positive changes as far as curriculum is concerned.  But I cannot go further without Thanking her clas