Whenever I tell my mom everyday Mickey tales, I usually get an answer “Oh! You did the same thing”, “You never did that”, “Mickey’s aunt did the same thing around 6 months before Mickey did it”. Or even, “You remember how Mickey used to say ‘Appal’ when she was 9 months old.” I am like WOW! Now, with the memory of an elephant (is that the animal known for its memory?), by the time Mickey turns 20 I may not remember, my own name!
Maintaining a diary has always fancied me. On and off I wrote in the pages of the Syndicate bank diary that my father gifted me every year, sometimes months after the year began. During my later teens I got fascinated by stylish diaries and started owning them. As the years passed, this faded. When Mickey was born, it was a good chance to start this hobby again. And I did it religiously for sometime (this will come up in some post someday in the future), sometime only :)
Whenever there is a get together, all we parents do is talk about our children. Friends who aren't parents yet get bored. For me, this is a good outlet for the minutest of all details that I want to describe that I can't do in such gatherings. A few friends who share similar feelings and maintain blogs have inspired me to start this one. My heart felt gratitude to all of you.
What if I die before Mickey even knows me well?? This could be more advanced Tina’s letter to her daughter Anjali in the famous ‘Kuch Kuch Hota Hai’.
HOWZZAT!!!!
Preface on a second thought
Come to think about it, life is not all about being a mother. Once a mother, always a mother. People say kids are everything in life, parents live for kids. I have always felt that my existence should not be limited to the role of being a mother alone. When I started writing 'A Can of Thoughts', I wanted to write about everything. The testimony of my life with Mickey, Shri, dad, mom, rams, friends, relatives... but mostly with myself. Alas! I have written only about Mickey. I have let a mother take over me.
This is an attempt to live life beyond being a mother.