Monday, March 2, 2009

ME.....My Mothers Child

Am visiting my 74 year old mum, and in my mums adult world..I at 49 am the child. I am loving every minute of being the child…my mum has decided that I need to be fed, shopped for, need to get a haircut, and of course need to have the vitamin supplements too. So my mum has her hands full..
Day 1 and am having so much fun being the child, …I am listening to all that she says now, without questioning, showing more acceptance to why she says what she says. Am back to my carefree days, with no responsibilities.My life’s day to day problems are being worked out by her. All I do is lie in bed, chat turn and go back to sleep. The days are back to being nice and good, doing nothing has not tired me yet. I look at her and once again wonder how she can do so much at her age….and if as a child just a kiss from her would take the pain away, now its just her loving look that takes it all away.

I am finding so much pleasure in doing these simple things with her. We went out shopping yesterday, or should I say my mum took me shopping. and like a little kid there I was telling her what I liked and what I wanted, my wanting a beige suit got me a magenta becaz beiges are meant for the old like her[and I smiled ,secretly telling my self, I would have never worn this , if mum hadn’t bought it for me].Like kids we had chaat papdi…mine was restricted to 4 becaz I could come down with a bad throat what with the change in weather…and also becaz I had to have the kulfi falooda ..so that as that….Her enthusiasm on being a mother has caught on…I want to play along with her, skip down the street and run against the wind, and I have this funny look about me.
True to being a child, I realize I do not have a past or a future only a present. At that point of time, I was neither a wife, a parent or a grandparent, I was just my mothers child…my smile was a source of joy to her….
The day went by,. and I discovered for my self that to all we were two women shopping, but to myself I was a child on a day out with my mother. I knew how to be childlike without being childish.
Late at night when I finally got into my bed , my mum said ,”what is a home without children” and I hugged her and looked at her to say something…and my mum said” I love you too”……..and I went to sleep thinking…Only a mother Understands what a child does not say

7 comments:

J P Joshi said...

Beautiful post and I am happy that you and mummy are having a good time. So, mum took you shopping. I can only guess what happened. Did you let her bargain with the auto wallah or did you interrupt?? Could you keep up with her enormous energy or were you tired? How's Delhi? Freezing out here.

Piper .. said...

:):) its true,isnt it? No matter how much you age, you`re still a kid around your mother! :) what a happy, feel-good post this is! :):)

Poonam J said...

Hi Joe and Piper....yes am having fun with mum. the child in me is enjoying all the luv and pampering and the adult Me has also accepted that mum knows best.....

Solilo said...

Indyeah shared your blog link with me and I am glad she did.

This is such a beautiful post. No matter how old or how big a position we are in still we remain a child to our parents.

That's what I miss here sitting in a far away land. I am a mom still I miss my parents and craving for some pampering.

Have you done 'holding hands' tag? I would love to read your take on it. Your writing is very touching.

Poonam J said...

Thank you Solilo...i know what u mean...my daughter is in Canada...and she says, she wants to get back, and just be around. Empty nest can get to u. The past few days my mum talks about our childhood and i am digging in the archives of my life...remembering all the cute things my kids said..will write on that i guess. Will do the tag once i get back to my home????[my marital home]on the 15th...can only natch time to read.Thankyou for dropping by.

Indyeah said...

:) a bit late in getting here:)

I am not at this stage yet..right now the thought of ma being that old scares me.but understand what you mean....:)
our parenst are always our parenst and we remain their babies forever even when we turn 80:)

''True to being a child, I realize I do not have a past or a future only a present''
so true...

((hugs))

Chrysalis said...

We are and always will be kids to our parents and how liberating that is....

Lovely post. Want to be with my parents asap.