My little boys ...

I was browsing through a profile that I had projected for myself...

Fun, Fun, Fun

was what I described myself to be… Manoo(my son) was right beside me watching what His mom thought of herself.

He said this is wrong Ma, you are not fun, but you are patience
“How did you say patience Manoo, why do you think so?” I asked
He said,” You are always waiting for the month to end, waiting for your salary to come. Trying to see how meet ends.”

I was so zapped at the far thought of this 12 year old... How can he relate to the stress that his mother faces to manage within the limited income that comes into the house?

I sometimes wonder if this is what I want them to remember as they grow…
The stress and strain to run a household… always thinking of how far the penny must stretch, of what it is that can be done without and what it is that is most needed.

Whether there will ever be a day when I can forget the purse and just take an off hand decision to go out for a meal, or for a holiday. Just to give my kids a surprise that they surely must deserve.

These thoughts never elude me no matter what I do, I am living and working hard so that I can give them a comfortable life.

Don’t know what that means… Don’t know when that day will come.

How can I give them the most memorable day of their life…?
Will there be something good for them to remember when they grow up and become adults in the world of more.

Will they retain the values that we teach them and the lessons that we so painstakingly try to imbibe unto them. I always wonder what will be, in the years that will follow, when my little boys will be men.

I wish so much that they be men of character, men with feelings, men who care, men who understand and will love and be loved by all who will know them.