Mom observations


On my walk this morning, I saw a four year old girl and her mother. They were holding hands and were probably walking to school. The little girl was singing a nursery rhyme and the mom was singing along with gusto, totally oblivious to her surroundings.

I smiled, as I remember having done the same thing with both my kids. When the kids are younger, there is a lot of give and take in conversation, shared secrets, goofy smiles and tender hands that cling to yours. The universe then is a small place, for your child and you. Lots of time to spend, to read aloud, to bake, to colour and to carry out all those stress-free fun activities.


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But during those years, every mom is desperate for some time out to do what she likes. However, it is only when you realize that the clingy four year old is now a strappy teenager that you want to relive those days again.

As the children grow and become independent, motherhood becomes more of an observation process. By this, I don’t mean that we are not involved. It only means that the children come to us only when they need something.

Displays of love are met with embarrassed smiles or  just a quick hug. The pi-chart that is their world shows a fat slice for friends and other activities.

As mom observers, we often wonder and sigh at this sudden passage of time. The love only gets stronger and deeper, but cannot seek expression in an impromptu nursery rhyme or colouring sheet anymore.

This love is expressed through an ocassional hug,  helping with chores, rebellion, coffee sessions and conversations in the kitchen. 

31 thoughts on “Mom observations”

  1. Great post, but it looks like you stopped midway in your narration, and that there’s more to come ..! Somehow can’t escape the feeling that God also feels like every loving-caring mom when humans start going their own ways feeling they know everything and all that; neither ‘strappy teenagers’ nor the all-knowing humans can ever hope to break free of mom observers or the omnipresent God Almighty – just pondering!

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      1. You’re welcome Nimi! Your explanation is quite understandable as real life experiences ought to be lived first and later preserved for posterity. Looking forward to more such posts which will surely serve as learning models useful for other ‘Moms in the Making’ – Good luck to you! 🙂

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  2. I noticed my niece who would break out in song and dance with out a rhyme or reason. Now, she is getting to her teen years and that self awareness has crept in. Wonderful post, Nimmi! 🙂

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  3. Lovely nirmala… never knew this side of urs…. i too started feeling the same missing part .. as ipads and iphones and other electronic devices took over most of their time … leaving behind parents and other near and dear ones alone … grt write up.. keep writing and remind us also the small small values of life ..

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  4. Oh, you bring to mind the days where my eldest toddled in the garden and I had one eye on the dirt, one eye on him:). I do miss those days–the little boy snuggles, his soft breath at nap time . . .

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  5. You’ve expressed that transition so well. I hadn’t thought of it quite that way before, but yes, we do become observers.
    It changes again when our children leave home. At that point we’re not even observers any more … more like a periodic way-station as they journey along their own path.

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  6. “The pi-chart that is their world shows a fat slice for friends and other activities.” What a wonderful explanation of how parenting evolves! My daughter is 7 months old, so I’m just beginning to receive the looks of recognition and love that light up my whole world. But I very clearly remember the days when it seemed my mom lamented the change in my relationship with her.
    Great read 🙂

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  7. As a mum of 3 girls who are just past the teenage years I can really relate to what you have expressed above. Love your post above. 🙂

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