The consistent
fact about last few posts have been the same opening " Ages since I wrote
.....", so I sat musing as to why I don't utilize my "free" moments
to pen the interesting happenings on a daily basis? Why does it take all to be
piled up in notebooks scribbles, notepad saves to put in words after ages?
Why this lethargy? Why move away from something that makes me happy? While
these answers continue to elude me, here's some real conversations...
Kids were backseat listening to songs in 103.7 and Hailey and Grey's Starving came up:
I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you
Don't need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo
And while I was still blushing backseat banter started.
"Should be chicken, right?" Manav quipped
"Could be broccoli too, can't really say" Arnav answered
So birds and bees have been featuring in our conversations too often now to go unnoticed. The other day Manav said:
"Mommy how can Jimmy Carter the 39th US President be the first to be born in a hospital? Where were the others born?"
"Maybe at home" I said distractedly
"What? How is that possible? Don't you need to cut tummies to get babies out?"
By this time I was alert. Couldn't possibly lie, since now he's older and more roundabout answers will just breed a trust and google-better-than-mom issue.
"Well some babies are born from the body. Don't need to cut open" I said
"What? From the body? Where? That's impossible"
I didn't have the wherewithal to continue this conversation so ably rerouted but am sure that's not the last I heard about that as evidenced by the next round of backseat banter.
"So I know that the sperm and the egg have to meet to form a baby. How do they meet?"
"I will have to tell you later Manav. Have to explain some things and it needs a good time to sit and talk. I am afraid driving and talking about how babies are made won't work well"
He did stop. But time's up, we need to talk. Waiting, prolonging for the perfect moment is just adding to the certainty that he'll get his answers elsewhere and there is no controlling that !!
More questions - "Can you have babies without marriage?"
Arnav answered that one "Well you'll know after you get married”
Manav said " Then I'll never know, because I'll never get married"
Kids were backseat listening to songs in 103.7 and Hailey and Grey's Starving came up:
I didn't know that I was starving till I tasted you
Don't need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo
And while I was still blushing backseat banter started.
"Should be chicken, right?" Manav quipped
"Could be broccoli too, can't really say" Arnav answered
So birds and bees have been featuring in our conversations too often now to go unnoticed. The other day Manav said:
"Mommy how can Jimmy Carter the 39th US President be the first to be born in a hospital? Where were the others born?"
"Maybe at home" I said distractedly
"What? How is that possible? Don't you need to cut tummies to get babies out?"
By this time I was alert. Couldn't possibly lie, since now he's older and more roundabout answers will just breed a trust and google-better-than-mom issue.
"Well some babies are born from the body. Don't need to cut open" I said
"What? From the body? Where? That's impossible"
I didn't have the wherewithal to continue this conversation so ably rerouted but am sure that's not the last I heard about that as evidenced by the next round of backseat banter.
"So I know that the sperm and the egg have to meet to form a baby. How do they meet?"
"I will have to tell you later Manav. Have to explain some things and it needs a good time to sit and talk. I am afraid driving and talking about how babies are made won't work well"
He did stop. But time's up, we need to talk. Waiting, prolonging for the perfect moment is just adding to the certainty that he'll get his answers elsewhere and there is no controlling that !!
More questions - "Can you have babies without marriage?"
Arnav answered that one "Well you'll know after you get married”
Manav said " Then I'll never know, because I'll never get married"
Innocence is bubbling away to make place for first traces of big boy we have in our hands. He just turned 10 and my happiness is around the fact that he can now do laundry, dishes, clean up room, etc. but guess there are other information dissemination I have to perform however hard it may seem.
Till then, I can just hope and pray we talk before he reads this !!
