Tiffin Tales 6

Hola...

A new week and new things to look forward to but what a hectic weekend it was. The week was pretty a week of hanging around and hobnob. My poor S who has been sneezing since Friday wanted some extra rest but due to the craziness of our schedule he had to somewhat subtract his sleep time. Of course he wasn't happy at all about it.

Over the weekend we went to a kids birthday party all the ladies were discussing about their child's development and his food habits. Now this particular mom had a completely different perspective about her child's activities. She pampered him a lot spoke highly about making me feel a bit miserable. Now you might ask me why? Am i only one who complains that my S never finishes his lunch, never keeps his toys in place, his books are always scattered, sneaks and haves all the chocolates that i 'try'  to hide from him and on and on. Of course there were other moms too who echoed the same. But that particular mom had twinkle in her eyes whenever she mentioned her son. She said she usually rewards her son whenever he accomplishes any given task.

As a mother of a child whose son is within the same age bracket as her son i found her words a bit grandiose and flatulent. I even applauded her son and her labour behind those accomplishments even though i was wondering if i was missing out anything in raising my child.The mom graciously accepted the acknowledgements. One of the other moms wished if her daughter was like her son too, to which that particular had tears in her eyes. We had no idea if we had irked her but we all apologized. We tried to comfort her until she clarified that no mother should go through the acclivity of emotions that she is going through. She numbed us all by saying that her son is a 'special child' whose every milestone is an achievement for the entire family which is celebrated. Her everyday effort to motivate her child to grow and meet his milestones was indeed exemplary. I began to curse my mind for thinking weak. The oversight of our conversation changed until the host of the party came to invite us to join the cake cutting celebration. All my way back home i kept thinking about her and the struggle.

So this morning without any complaints of Monday morning and extra lovingly i packed his lunch and snack boxes respectively. His lunch box had shrimp pasta in a thermos while his snack box had slices of peaches, some berries and a small yogurt.

Happy week folk!