The biggest plus of working from home, with a kid just starting his school life, is that I (am forced to) get to experience the same alongside him. For most of the time, the classes start well after 10 AM, by when I would be the only available person who is jobless at home, having my shift starting from 11. It was very difficult to listen to rhymes and colored alphabets for over an hour, repeatedly for weeks. But slowly I began to enjoy it just for the company that comes with junior. He would find a million different things to do during class, just to avoid looking at the screen, but when it comes to his to turn to respond, somehow will manage to say something related or that which will save the day. Unlike his other teacher, the new one really likes his antics and he is one of her favorites. Best part is, junior knows that too. When on mood, he would join the class couple of minutes early and would be vambadichifying with the teacher. While the rest of kids answer what they did over weekend and with whom they played, junior would be posing those questions to the teachers. I don’t remember my KG days, at all, but still can vouch with certainty that I wouldn’t spoken any word at all, leave alone in school. Attending classes and going to school are supposed to build your social skills and confidence. But to me, you actually need them to even attend those classes. Many of the kids hardly open their mouth even online and some are openly shy. These sessions make me realize the “how things could’ve been” kind of episode that you get on sitcom’s where in the characters would swap their present role to something from their past. I am quite sure I would’ve been as bored or even more so, considering that it would’ve meant to sit on the same place for hours together during my time. But I feel this is another chance for me to see through the childhood that I messed/missed through the eyes and life of junior.
Got this as a forward. Made interesting reading and made lot of sense too :) check it out. Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young. Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick me up at any moment put the...
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