So kidlet gets into the next academic year. The last year of primary school. Its a busy chaotic monday morning, as the alarm sets off at an odd hour. Time to school! After a hurried breakfast making session, I get into the kidlet's room to wake her up. To my surprise, she is already awake, staring into space. What is she dreaming about? Her new class? The new teacher? The new bag and the accompanying stationery? Or just a few random ideas? I get into the room and give her a good morning kiss. I ask her about her thoughts! With so much glee, phat came the answer! "The new uniform amma. I cannot wait to wear skirts!" Yes for those who do not know...the school has a 'skirt' policy starting class 5. Which simply meants...kidlet has graduated from shorts to skirts. Big girl and all.
As she gets going with her morning chores, I sit with my lemon tea and think about the time that has whizzed past. It felt like it was just yesterday that we seeked admission into the school. Where has the time gone? Why is she in a hurry to grow up? What does the future hold for her?
Flashback to when I was her age. I couldn't wait to be a teenager. Once a teen, I wanted to move out of home and live on my own terms. That happened, college happened, and soon I was aspiring to get into career mode and earn my own money. Along with money, came responsibilities, family ties, investments and a whole gamut of experiences that I now long to get back to being an innocent child.
Today, as I watch my baby almost getting into the double digit phase of her life, I wish a lot of things for her. I wish her a fabulous life, a heartful of dreams, a mind full of ideas, a soul full of energy and positivity. I wish her this and that. Along with all these...I also wish she could bottle a little bit of her innocence and that she never loses it.
As she gets going with her morning chores, I sit with my lemon tea and think about the time that has whizzed past. It felt like it was just yesterday that we seeked admission into the school. Where has the time gone? Why is she in a hurry to grow up? What does the future hold for her?
Flashback to when I was her age. I couldn't wait to be a teenager. Once a teen, I wanted to move out of home and live on my own terms. That happened, college happened, and soon I was aspiring to get into career mode and earn my own money. Along with money, came responsibilities, family ties, investments and a whole gamut of experiences that I now long to get back to being an innocent child.
Today, as I watch my baby almost getting into the double digit phase of her life, I wish a lot of things for her. I wish her a fabulous life, a heartful of dreams, a mind full of ideas, a soul full of energy and positivity. I wish her this and that. Along with all these...I also wish she could bottle a little bit of her innocence and that she never loses it.
