A Me-Me Tag : MEE MEE MOM-MEE

I have procrastinated, put this off, gave the run around it, dragged my feet about this, dawdled and tarried ... I even tried my best to act like I forgot all about it ... But well, it sat staring at me with its geico gecko like eyes ... and finally I threw in the towel and decided to humbly concede.

Ria tagged me ages ago.

So the task is to write like 25 things about me ... Oh ... that number scares me ... that's what scared me in the first place. I don't even know 25 things about me. Maybe I can still run. Maybe I can throw that towel over the gecko eyes and I won't see it anymore!!! Or maybe I have another plan. Let me write 25 things about being a mommy and 25 things about my kids ... Oh I could just go on and on. So here I go .. launching my incessant spiel!

1. I have always been a mommy. Even when I was just a little kid, I was always "mommy" to the rest of the kids. It was almost like an agony aunty kind of mommy. So I guess I have rehearsed my part of playing a mother in the real world, pretty well. But all that practice didn't make me perfect. I strive every single day, to gather my pandora's box of motherhood and push on to gain some ground on my endless laundry list of things to do. But through it all, its an extremely satisfying job. Thankless but yet gratifying , as paradoxical as it sounds!!

2. My first tryst with intangible emotions came in the form of this little 6 pound wonder named Ishaan. It probably was the first time I was at loss of words. I uttered some inarticulate, garbled banter in my anesthetised state both physically and mentally. He was a beautiful baby ... cute, pink and dainty. I was a bit nervous about how a clumsy, coarse and rough person like me would handle this delicate marvel. All I can say is that it was an on the job learning course and the outcome is a rambunctious rugrat albeit still cute!






3. On my second attempt, inspite of being more prepared both mentally and physically, I still felt the same rapturous delirium at being presented with my second 6 pound work of art and labor. Surpisingly all the weight I claimed was the baby's was ofcourse a big hoax. However, this time on, my dry run proved a little more effective and handling an angelface, cherub like Rayaan cautiously and daintily has become a skill that I have gained a fair amount of mastery on. This time the result is a calm and composed little cub.

4. Raising my two little boys has been quite an experience. They are as different as chalk and cheese. I wonder sometimes how can two kids born out of the same parents be so different. All I can say is we went fishing at two entirely different gene pools. Ishaan is a riot ... Rayaan is a saint. Ishaan's presence is felt even before he enters a room ... Rayaan blends into his surroundings almost like a camouflage. Ishaan is like a rockstar ... Rayaan is like a classical artist. Ishaan will kill before he eats ... Rayaan will kill to eat. Ishaan can test my patience .... Rayaan has taught me to enjoy patience. That pretty much summarizes a trailer of their differences. The full movie could be written into a book.

5. My journey as a mother has just about begun and as Robert Frost puts it ....miles to go before I sleep, both literally and metaphorically. I can almost say that I enjoy being a mother more than anything else. My take at motherhood is that I signed up for this voluntarily and will do all it takes to give it my best notwithstanding the mood swings and outbursts that accompany it.

Now those were 5 points about me me mommee!! I need 20 more.. So I will divide the next 20 into 10 points about Ishaan and 10 points about Rayaan after all they are completely a part of me-me (atleast so far)!

So Ishaan ................

Ishaan is a wonder, he can annoy you and melt you down. You can fall head over heels in love with him and at the same time hate him with a vengeance. He reminds me of the song "How do you solve a problem like Maria?"
(How do you keep a wave upon the sand?
How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?

He's as flighty as a feather
He's a darling! He's a demon! He's a lamb!

He is gentle! He is wild!
He's a riddle! He's a child!
He's a headache!
He's an angel!)

It's easy to get him excited about anything. He loves to go to the park and run around all over the place. He has enough energy to tire the duracell bunny. His energy is almost contagious. His vivacity and infectious laughter warms your heart and on the other hand his indomitability can stress you out.

He loves you in a way that you can't refuse. I think he loves his maasi (my sister) more than anyone else but he almost equally loves a lot of other people. He is a wonderful and responsible elder brother already. He protects you with all his might. He is sensitive to your moods and adjusts accordingly. Inspite of all his exterior raucousness he has a calm lovingness about him. Over time I have realised that I have underestimated him grossly. He was late talker and its very hard to know what one knows when one cannot express them in words. It's only now that I am beginning to understand his potentials. So..again ..I reiterate I have "miles to go"!!

Now Rayaan
When Rayaan come into our lives, I was not sure how I would be able to love another child the same way. But as they say , a mother loves all her kids equally... differently.

Rayaan has a calming influence on anyone who comes close to him. He does not jump at you and hence you won't notice him right away. But when you've settled down and decided to look around, you will spot him. He has a quiet and calm and loving demeanor that makes you want to protect him. His eyes are observant and silently learning his surroundings. He does not demand much but you will give it to him anyway. He does not cry about everything and you take his cry very seriously if he does. He is a force to reckon with.

He finds his space and enjoys playing within it. He is not scared to test boundaries but he does so cautiously. He obeys but knows to get his way without affecting.

He loves his brother and follows him around with ardent admiration. He will take any amount of torture to get into his brother good books.

Rayaan means the gate to heaven. I strongly believe he is my gate to heaven. He has taught me to be calmer and more patient.

So that was my longest post ever!! I am glad I got here.. I didn't think I would make it honestly. I thought this would be one of those posts I start and will get shelved, you will know what I am talking about if you peek into my drafts folder :)

So thankyou for you patience.

I am supposed to tag 5 people... !!!!!

Any of you want to do this??