Teaching a story to a six year
old for his story telling competition after returning from crazy work days is
like sticking my head into a beehive. Especially with my curious son who has a
thousand questions to ask starting from the origin of the story and the author.
Humpy the camel walked down the desert with his mother. ‘If Humpy is the name
of the baby camel, what is the name of the Mama Camel?’
‘Her name is Anita..! ANEEETAAAAAA…!!!!Now can
we proceed?!!!!!’ -
The doctor next door would have
definitely heard this. Next time I visit him at his office, he will start
writing out a prescription without asking any questions.
My edgy responses laced with
sarcasm, shrill voice and raised eyebrows mostly evokes suppressed laughter
from the little boy. Even my most serious conversations and advice are met with
laughter and mockery by both the guys in the house. I am happy to be raising a
boy who is unaffected by high decibel levels of a highly impatient mama and
remains cool as a cucumber. Surely he will work with any hot tempered boss. The hubby also does not remember what I said
five minutes ago. If these guys can manage my crazy moods and high decibel
levels and still insist to have me around all the time, then this is exactly
what differentiates family from others.
Whenever I make a serious
conversation at home, both the guys look at each other, then at me and start
murmuring. The hubby guy has a habit of making jokes at hospitals and churches.
I am the only person who laughs inappropriately at such places when the man who
cracked the joke acts as if he is not related to me, making me look like a
complete loser who has no sense of surroundings. Then there are others who take
my jokes seriously. Like for example a college mate who needed explicit
clinical bifurcation between jokes, facts, information and general loose talk.
There is an element in our DNA which identifies them automatically, which was
missing in her.
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I have always looked up to people like my Dad
who never responds to negative criticism or even insults directed towards him. We
feel like losers when there are disagreements because he does not put up a
fight and let us win. He forgives, forgets and most of all does not let anything
affect him. These are all biblical qualities which we should NOT try to imitate
at any cost (as we may become better people, this evil society does not deserve
such people).
If I am not taken seriously by
the boys back home, I think that is the best. They don’t remember why I yelled
at them last evening.
Because the socks are still stuck
inside the shoes and both don’t seem to care. Surely they don’t remember it
today, and they will not carry it forward for years to come and judge me for
it.
Family is the best place to yell:
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