Fast,fast,fast!
These days "T's " school is closed for summer vacation so she wakes up late compared to school days when she would get up at 6:30 in the morning.When the summer holidays started I thought we will have lots of time to do lots of thing together,set my routine of exercise and eat on time but nothing like that happened.Now I feel I have less time than I had before.She wakes up at 8:00 am and goes to bed at around 8:30pm.So that means ideally we get roughly 12 hours after eating and other mundane chores apart from taking care of my younger daughter.In these hours we have to fit in three meals,two milk time, snack time ,some time in the park,some reading writing practice ,a bed time story and some arts and crafts activity.
And these 12 hours are just not enough for every thing. of course some times we skip going to park ,some times skip reading writing practice and on some days we end up not doing anything.Even then it feels like time is too short.
This paucity of time is worsened by the fact that her meal time stretches for hours.Some times when I feed her I think that how come her food portion is just getting bigger and bigger instead of finishing,even though I am the one who served her food.She is a very slow eater which I have never denied but at the same time she is a big time dreamer too.Her meal times are full of chit-chat , complains about her sister and some times may be she will find a particular leaf of a particular tree very interesting.
Sometimes her dinner time will stretch beyond her bed time and bedtime story is not possible,she feels very unsatisfied that she could not play with her daddy enough.Time just flies away for her .When her dinner is half done at that time all of a sudden she realizes that the day is about to finish and she has missed doing so many things.I look at her anxious face and her sleepy eyes yet full of life and enthusiasm to just grab the day and not let it go.In those last few minutes she wants to do every possible thing.
At the end I have no choice other than just keep repeating the same thing ,like a broken record " do it fast, fast, fast,lets go to bed".I will keep urging her to get over with her food and playing with daddy.Finally I will tuck her in the bed .I feel exhausted ,tired and miserable all at the same time.
No matter what ,I enjoy doing every thing with her .All the spontaneous activities we do together will never fade in my memories,but I get all worked up by the end of the day especially the day when she takes a long time to finish her meal or milk.She cant make the connection that we will have to cut back on some thing if one activity takes longer than it supposed to take.I almost have to pull her away from her daddy's arms to tuck her into the bed which is really heart breaking for me.
I feel very bad for the poor thing to hurry her like that.But life has to keep going on.I also realize that a day will come when she will stretch her wings and fly off all alone where there will be no mamma to tuck her into the bed or make her follow all the rituals I make her do now.So this is the only time when I am able to see her childish dramas.
And these 12 hours are just not enough for every thing. of course some times we skip going to park ,some times skip reading writing practice and on some days we end up not doing anything.Even then it feels like time is too short.
This paucity of time is worsened by the fact that her meal time stretches for hours.Some times when I feed her I think that how come her food portion is just getting bigger and bigger instead of finishing,even though I am the one who served her food.She is a very slow eater which I have never denied but at the same time she is a big time dreamer too.Her meal times are full of chit-chat , complains about her sister and some times may be she will find a particular leaf of a particular tree very interesting.
Sometimes her dinner time will stretch beyond her bed time and bedtime story is not possible,she feels very unsatisfied that she could not play with her daddy enough.Time just flies away for her .When her dinner is half done at that time all of a sudden she realizes that the day is about to finish and she has missed doing so many things.I look at her anxious face and her sleepy eyes yet full of life and enthusiasm to just grab the day and not let it go.In those last few minutes she wants to do every possible thing.
At the end I have no choice other than just keep repeating the same thing ,like a broken record " do it fast, fast, fast,lets go to bed".I will keep urging her to get over with her food and playing with daddy.Finally I will tuck her in the bed .I feel exhausted ,tired and miserable all at the same time.
No matter what ,I enjoy doing every thing with her .All the spontaneous activities we do together will never fade in my memories,but I get all worked up by the end of the day especially the day when she takes a long time to finish her meal or milk.She cant make the connection that we will have to cut back on some thing if one activity takes longer than it supposed to take.I almost have to pull her away from her daddy's arms to tuck her into the bed which is really heart breaking for me.
I feel very bad for the poor thing to hurry her like that.But life has to keep going on.I also realize that a day will come when she will stretch her wings and fly off all alone where there will be no mamma to tuck her into the bed or make her follow all the rituals I make her do now.So this is the only time when I am able to see her childish dramas.
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