It was Madam's last day of term in school and parents were invited for a gathering. I saw the words "fun", "activities" and "snacks" in the email, so I told Madam that there is going to be a party in her school and I would be attending together with her grandparents who are in town.
She was super enthusiastic and for a change, was quick to wake up, have breakfast and get ready for school. She didn't have to wear uniform but "colour dress", which was of course, made the whole thing a whole lot more exciting.
The husband dropped her in school first and the my-laws and I went there an hour later after I got through some work in the morning. When we reached the school, they were getting the moms and kids to play some sort of a musical chair - just that this one is with hoola hoops that you have to wriggle through and if the music stops when it's your turn, you get out. Madam was excited to see us and incidentally, so were many of her friends. They were seeing me after many days - I used to drop Madam to school in the mornings but haven't been doing that over the last couple of weeks when the duty was outsourced to her grandparents.
The kids gathered around me, complained about the various wounds, injection spots and mosquito bites on their hands and legs, asked me to take their photos, shared with me their family matters (about expected siblings, working parents who couldn't make it to the event etc.) and also were quite amused that my name was "Shilpa" (I still don't know why).
The in-laws played the hoola-hoop-musical-chair thingy with Madam, while I took several photos. We quit after a couple of rounds because Madam thought the game was rather boring and totally not worth to be sweating it out in the sun.
Later, we accompanied the kids to their classroom. We were allowed to sit in and watch them go through their daily snack-time routine. It was pretty fun to see all the kiddos scrambling to prove to us how they know their stuff - saying a prayer prior to eating, taking out the snack box from the bags, hanging the bags at the back of their chairs, spreading a small towel on the table to avoid spilling, eating on their own, sharing food with their friends and what not. At one point in time, Madam asked me softly, "Mummy, what are you doing here?"
After the snack time, I left the in-laws in school to watch the grand finale - a performance by the older kids - and I returned back to work.
I wrapped up the crazy work week by 6pm or so and returned home and was eager to know what happened at the event after I left. Apparently, Madam refused to part with her teachers. She made a real drama about missing them and not wanting to go home and leave them behind. In fact, she was the last one to take leave of the classroom. This, coming from a girl who tends to say "shcool is boring" when asked. Am telling you, this girl is meant for theatrics.
When I asked her how the show was, she snapped, "It was good, but you weren't there." Wow. Emotional blackmail. Theatrics, again.
Then she went on to add. "Also, it was not a party. You said there will be a party, there was no party." Just when I was about to clarify what a party meant to her, she said, "I want my birthday to come. Then, that's a party. Not this. I don't know why birthdays take so long to come."
Oh well, but it was a nice, fun day and she is on to her first "school holidays"!
423 more to go.
She was super enthusiastic and for a change, was quick to wake up, have breakfast and get ready for school. She didn't have to wear uniform but "colour dress", which was of course, made the whole thing a whole lot more exciting.
The husband dropped her in school first and the my-laws and I went there an hour later after I got through some work in the morning. When we reached the school, they were getting the moms and kids to play some sort of a musical chair - just that this one is with hoola hoops that you have to wriggle through and if the music stops when it's your turn, you get out. Madam was excited to see us and incidentally, so were many of her friends. They were seeing me after many days - I used to drop Madam to school in the mornings but haven't been doing that over the last couple of weeks when the duty was outsourced to her grandparents.
The kids gathered around me, complained about the various wounds, injection spots and mosquito bites on their hands and legs, asked me to take their photos, shared with me their family matters (about expected siblings, working parents who couldn't make it to the event etc.) and also were quite amused that my name was "Shilpa" (I still don't know why).
The in-laws played the hoola-hoop-musical-chair thingy with Madam, while I took several photos. We quit after a couple of rounds because Madam thought the game was rather boring and totally not worth to be sweating it out in the sun.
Later, we accompanied the kids to their classroom. We were allowed to sit in and watch them go through their daily snack-time routine. It was pretty fun to see all the kiddos scrambling to prove to us how they know their stuff - saying a prayer prior to eating, taking out the snack box from the bags, hanging the bags at the back of their chairs, spreading a small towel on the table to avoid spilling, eating on their own, sharing food with their friends and what not. At one point in time, Madam asked me softly, "Mummy, what are you doing here?"
After the snack time, I left the in-laws in school to watch the grand finale - a performance by the older kids - and I returned back to work.
I wrapped up the crazy work week by 6pm or so and returned home and was eager to know what happened at the event after I left. Apparently, Madam refused to part with her teachers. She made a real drama about missing them and not wanting to go home and leave them behind. In fact, she was the last one to take leave of the classroom. This, coming from a girl who tends to say "shcool is boring" when asked. Am telling you, this girl is meant for theatrics.
When I asked her how the show was, she snapped, "It was good, but you weren't there." Wow. Emotional blackmail. Theatrics, again.
Then she went on to add. "Also, it was not a party. You said there will be a party, there was no party." Just when I was about to clarify what a party meant to her, she said, "I want my birthday to come. Then, that's a party. Not this. I don't know why birthdays take so long to come."
Oh well, but it was a nice, fun day and she is on to her first "school holidays"!
423 more to go.
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