Notes for us

They are kids, not adults

They aren’t a punching bag for your bad day

Don’t make them grow faster, slow down your own thinking

Its not business as usual. Its unconditional.

Don’t make them pay for their happiness

They’ll do anything if they can feel the love

Affection first. Rights and responsibilities later

You aren’t doing them a favor. In their mind, if you’re doing something its because you like doing it with them.

It takes very little to keep them happy. But do you even have that little within you?

Giving them food on a plate should be a thankless job, find charity elsewhere.

When was the last you did something just to bring a smile on his/her face?

My childhood can never be the benchmark, I haven’t turned out perfect.

And neither have you.

 

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Everything and then, some more

To,

my son

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You’ll be nine in a few days time. You’re trying to find your space under the sun and like all journeys this too begins at home. Your voice is getting louder, arguing your concerns while you still give those impromptu hugs. Soon this voice will change, if not the words.

The tremendous faith you place, no complaints, in choices I make. Is that large heart really inside your lean frame??… somewhere that should put the best of us adults to shame. I’ll always remember the lesson you’ve unknowingly given us. We’ll always fall short trying to fit your shoes. We can never be kids again. The uncomplicated you.

You enveloped a stranger, and your blanket is unchanged. Your love has been the same. This tremendous faith. I’m so proud of you. For being who you are and letting me know who you want to be. For making mistakes. For being honest. For listening to reprimands and feeling bad about some. Some, not all. For telling me that not all my concerns matter to you. Because they aren’t yours in the first place.

You made everything so much easier and I can’t even begin to explain why I’m thanking you, just yet. Someday you’ll read this post… someday, you shall know.

Treasure hunt

“You know, we spend way too much” “That’s true, can’t figure out where it all goes” “Yeah, my account is practically down to zero, we just have to save money” “Right! We can do it. Let’s start from right now. We’ll save money” Money: (crying out loud) Save me! Save me! “Heard that?! Someone is crying for help” Money: Help..(last gasp) “I heard it! I heard it! But I can’t see a thing!” “That’s impossible! We both heard it..so let’s look for it, dammit!” The thing about saving money is that we usually want to do it when we don’t have anything left to save.

Maouie

Spent her short, eventful life by my side.

She didn’t have nine lives.

Just left memories for the rest of mine.

Don’t I feature on the cutest kitten video??!
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Best Frenemies

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I heard that.
You better feed me after this. Assholes.
You better feed me after this. Asshole.

Maouie left behind:

Chewed wires

Poop corners in every room

A guinea pig she trained to squeal for food

A scratched mat

A cleaner floor

Echo of a meow

A vacant spot under my cover

An empty shoulder

The uncut sock pair of her sweater

A colder lap

Ha!

The quickest way of growing up is by bringing up a kid.

And then no matter how much you insist that the kid in you is still alive and kicking, you know that s/he’s just sulking in a dim lit corner. Somewhere.