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.
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.
Lovely offering, Nimi, just lovely
Best to you
Always
john
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Dear John,
Hope you are well. Thank you very much for your kind words.
Nirmala
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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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Thank you Mike. I am the mom of a teen so my experience is currently in that phase. More Mom observations as the children grow.
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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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You are so right Nimi 🙂
I find it too important to tell younger parents to remember to enjoy their kids, while they are kids. This time goes so fast and will never come back.
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So true, Irene.
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What a wonderful sight to behold. Love it when mom’s are totally present in the moment regardless of how it looks to observers. It reinforces to the child they are the sole focus of the parent. ღ
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Yes, very important to the child or teen to know that they are the center of their mom’s universe
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Those younger years sure are precious, when the child sees you as the hero, the center of their world. It’s hard to let go and let them grow away from you I know.
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Yes, Katelon. Letting go….sigh!
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Thoughtful for me as I am right now enjoying the phase of being Mum of 3+ year old. Though I too yearn for my time but tough to imagine life like that.
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Believe me, time will fly and before you know it your kid will be a teen 😃
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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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Yes, Sastha. Their worlds change…😃
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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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Thank you, Mridula.
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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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Totally agree…miss those days too. Thank you!
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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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Wow…I am yet to reach the third phase. Periodic-way station..wow. Love that term
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Beautiful.
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Thank you!
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I love this❤️ I just wrote my first blog and it’s kinda the same as this, as far as showing your children love in little ways. It goes a long way. Love this
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Thank you so very much.
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“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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Thank you! It is a great journey…and I soooo miss the baby stage at times
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I love your post as I’m the mother of a four-year old and it’s hard to remember to enjoy the little things at times.
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Glad you liked it and thank you for stopping by.
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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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Lol…I can imagine
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