Hard to let go

It is very hard to let go the one (Mr.C) that’s been integral part of our family for past three years.  Logically it should be M who has to be more attached to him as he had been his primary owner but as you know me very well it was me who was blinking back the tears to see him go into another set of safe hands. People came and went, some even underestimated Mr.C. It is hard to hear people speak bad about something you own even though there might be some truth attached to it. We heard all of it but didn’t lose the hope. I knew that someone will come who will cherish Mr.C the way we did. No offense to the people who looked at Mr.C earlier but I am glad that none of them decided to take him with them.

There came a boy from nowhere who loved Mr.C at first sight, who admired his beauty beyond all those imperfections, who instructed M very strictly not to show Mr.C to anyone else for the fear of losing him, who shouted at his mom over phone to come right away so that he can finish the deal and take Mr.C with him on the same day, who acted as Mr.C’s spokesperson when his family came to see Mr.C the next day.

More than finding a good owner for Mr.C, I was touched with the way they welcomed him into their family. They came as a family, the boy, his sister and his parents. Looked at Mr.C in all angles, spoke within themselves in some alien language (okie in Spanish but that’s still alien to me. My spanish is adding n “tho” to the end of the word say like excellet-tho or perfec-tho much to Adi’s annoyance),the parents made a silent nod to each other as the boy was explaining Mr.C features (frankly I should admit that he went overboard), followed all the formalities to own Mr.C and before leaving they had a family treat at dunkin donuts. The incident, the way they executed it reminded me of the day when my bro made his first (small) investment decades ago. We went as a family in a white ambassador car, followed all formalities, had lunch at a popular restaurant and returned home in the evening with a contentment that cannot be justified with words.

I was sitting there at the corner table of the coffee shop watching the family as they left. The parents left in their own car,  the boy and his sis left in Mr.C. It was hard to see him go. It was hard to see his sister sitting in the front seat that was most occupied by me. I will always find out if M gave lift to someone else with the way the seat has been adjusted. I always like it pushed a little back with more leg room. I was peeping through the window to take the last glimpse of Mr.C. But, beyond all those hard feelings there was a contentment that filled my heart when I thought about Mr.C’s new family. Mr.C is the boy’s first car and I am confident that the boy will cherish him as much as we did.

I am glad that Mr.C slipped through many hands very closely to fall into perfect hands.  Will miss you Mr.C. Sheesh will I ever learn not to hold this emotional bondage with every other item in the household. No wonder I can be called a hoarder.

Thus begins our journey to a new phase of life. More to follow..

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Will I ever catch up?

At this second I have exactly 261 unread posts waiting for my attention. Every day I roll up my sleeves and get into the mission of clearing them all (greedy me) but end up reading very few and the next day the count grows even more.. I am moving at snails pace.. Gone are days when I kept my reader feedly pretty clean every day.

Can an infant+hectic work take away so much of your daily time in spite of your mother taking care of all the household work? 😦

 

Not so new Appa talks

A man of few words turned to be a man of chatterbox.
A man who says “what next” to cut short my conversation turned to be a man who can listen carefully for hours without uttering a word.
A man who doesn’t know the existence of “gifts” turned to be a man who showers his offspring with gifts (Mind you! only offspring).
A man who questions “what’s the big deal about moments” turned to be a man who reminds the family now and then to enjoy the moment.
A man who doesn’t believe in past and buried deep into future turned to be a man who relishes the past and lives the present.
A man who haven’t vacationed much turned to be a man who plans for upcoming holidays.
A man who hates to be corrected turned to be a man who bends himself to regulate his daughter.
A man of anti-photograph era turned to be a man who captures his daughter’s debut acts as a motion picture.

Presenting the man of our family Mr.M who is surprising me every single day with his fatherhood genes. We might best fit the other edge of being an “ideal couple” but I will never ever have a second thought to admit that he is the bestest father.

A father who stays up all night to watch his newborn.
A father who cleanups his daughter’s mess in a jiffy to save her from the mother (you thought I didn’t know about the banana milkshake spill didn’t you?).
A father who stayed in the park all day when he was kissed by Conjunctivitis so that his year old daughter doesn’t get infected.

How hard I try, I could not think of one single incident that he failed as a father. He is my biggest pillar of support in raising my kids and they are blessed to have him as their father.

Over to Mr.M who wants to talk about fatherhood in his own words.

Warning – An article from a writing challenged (is there such a word!!) person

Being a father gives a pleasant mixed feeling of both joy and responsibilities. Like most of them say, I had no clue about what I was getting into when I stepped into parenthood. When the nursing staff gave my daughter/son in my hands there was something going on within. The moment that can only be felt. I still remember the weight of my babies when I carried them for the first time and the way she responded to my touch has been etched on my memory forever..That was one of the transcendent moment of my life.

Children grow very fast.  One day I was carrying her in my arms to Subway where she was leaning on the glass window to see what her Appa is ordering. Soon after there she was tippy toeing to look over the glass window to see what her Appa is ordering. And now, I tag along with her to Subway only to swipe my card. I enjoy leaning on the same glass to see the way she orders her own customized sandwich. Its one of those delightful moment for me.

Cleaning the pee and poop was initially a big NO for me but when time proceeds I started liking it as that is one of the best time to connect with my daughter having random talks.

I am not a big fan of chatting over phone but as my daughter started to talk and respond to phone calls, I loved talking to her while returning from work. It instantly rejuvenates me no matter how bad the day was at work!

One of my proud moment is when I walk along the curb with my daughter holding my index finger with all her five fingers or running between my legs. Suddenly, life becomes so meaningful. It is these small acts that fills our heart with joy.

I hope to fulfill my responsibility of providing the support and strength to my kids and give my hand when they fall until they pursue their dream.

This is my 8th Father’s day after my princess promoted me and I am all set to relearn the ropes of fatherhood  with my prince who arrived this earth 4 month ago.

A very happy father’s day to all the mighty King’s, belated (better late than never) Mother’s day to all the powerful Queen’s and my love and hugs to all the lil princess and prince.

Three cheers to the power of fatherhood and all that joy that comes along with it!!!!

Cross posted at IMC – http://www.indianmomsconnect.com/2013/06/16/not-so-new-appa-talks/

ETA:

Appa’s breakfast today – inspired from a FB post, prepared by Adi with ammachi’s help..

Made with chapathi, channa and ketchup..