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“A” has been away for the last two weeks leaving me to manage the two girls all on my own. Of course I cribbed and sulked and may have really said some nasty things to him. I was upset that here he was going away to Russia and I was all by myself here in Delhi to manage the girls. I needed a break from doing the daily chores. Waking up early, getting the elder one ready for school and putting up with all the tantrums of my little one. Phew!!! being a mother is a whole lot of responsibilities. I sure needed a rejuvenating break.

But as I sat last evening, spending time and making a Christmas bugle for the elder one, a craft requirement from her schools, I realised something. Something that calmed me down and made me look within. I stopped to notice that my 6-year-old was growing big, and started taking small decisions on her own. She swiftly moved her hands on the glitter decorating her craft work. The sequins all stuck in place with perfect precision. All that she actually required I realised, was my time – not my expertise. My 6-year-old wanted to do things her way, yet looked up to me for small approvals.

As the years are passing by, and I get stuck cribbing about my daily tough routine managing the girls, I am failing to see that my kids are growing up into fine young people preparing to make small decisions on their own. And like good parents I must be there with them not spoon-feeding them , but a shoulder in support.

Because when we are caught in the nitty gritty of life, we stop to notice our children, We fail to cherish their growing process. And spending such fun times daily with them are a sure rejuvenation in their own way.

Wish sometimes I could hold on to time…