Shootin’ the Breeze

Mi Casa, 8 p.m.

I am hunched over the Mac preparing a memo for my annual assessment. Just one of those events I insist on shitting bricks for as a matter of over-achieving principle. I’ve never had a bad assessment, my boss is only the most fabulous boss on earth, yet there I am on the eve of A-day, nerves-a-grated and knickers in a twist. (Yeah, thats really not as hot as you’d imagine, even though I have very nice knickers thanksverymuch)

Arvind, who still insists on making up his own homework (because neither school nor parents will give him any) is making up sums (“Whats a google plus thousand, Mamma?”) and trying kindle an interest in science in his ignorant mother (“Do you want me to draw the insides of a butterfly for you?”) You get the drift.

I do the usual nodding, hmming and hawing that all parents are familiar with, but all of a sudden there he is, his face just a few inches from mine.

“You look tired, Mamma. Do you want me to give you a massage?”

Without warning, tears spring to my eyes and I’m too overwhelmed to respond. For weeks, I can go around thinking that Arvind can’t/won’t hear a word I say or that he is far too lost in his own world and thoughts – till he displays the full extent of his empathy and perception and knocks his ole Ma over with a feather.

His tiny, gentle palms rub my shoulders and caress my back. Its heavenly is what it is. His feathery touch rubbing his mother’s aches away. I sigh and lean into my lille mann.

” One day, sweetheart, you’re going to make some woman really, really happy.”

“No, I won’t,” he snorts, “I’ll want to play Wii all day and that’ll make her mad as hell!”

Aaaaand….he’s back.

My babies hand in hand

My babies hand in hand


Filed under Arvind speaks

12 responses to “Shootin’ the Breeze

  1. Orange Jammies

    Sniff. Okay, I guess it’s okay to have sons then. Sniff. I want.

  2. Quick OJ! For the right price, he’s yours!

  3. A realist, that’s your Arvind!

  4. Awwwwww, and then heehee.
    Gorgeous and witty , that little guy!

  5. What a beautiful picture!

  6. Aww! enjoy this phase mad mom! He has kept you out of the category of people to annoy with wii.
    You son sounds like a die hard romantic, lucky girl who gets him 😉 ha ha

  7. Anj

    That boy is a gem..looking out for his little brother , his’ve got to tell me how you trained him up :).

  8. @Dipali and @June: He is out to besmirch his mother’s reputation as world class Sap. I despair. Tell me there’s a cure.

    @Wordjunkie: Thanks:-)Yes, he will soon be writing The Wit to Woo, this one;-)

    @Serendipity: Thanks:-) Its one of my favourites too.

    @Anj: Training? Oh, I’m just relentlessly needy. That way he can’t ignore me;-)Well, not yet, anyway!

  9. Cecilie (allrighthere)

    “No, I won’t,” he snorts, “I’ll want to play Wii all day and that’ll make her mad as hell!”

    Oh I’m in PAIN from laughing so hard!!! Arvind just rocks!

  10. @Cecilie: I groan, but I concur;-)

  11. man, he is going to make a heckof a guy.

  12. @Cynic: Here’s hoping!

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