Life has been a roller coaster ride. Its fun and exciting while it goes up and churns the insides of your stomach, while you are riding down. I write here to capture the excitements and churnings of my life. When I look back at it, may be there will be some things to laugh at.
In South India its a little unusual to find somebody left handed. In the early years of growing up, if they find kids using the left hand predominantly, they try to change that usage, by correcting them each time their left hand says "Use Me". They frown with a harsh tone, "Hey, which hand?" Then the kid brings out the other hand. This is kind of training the mind. Parents will tap on the child's hand if they see them writing with their left hand, until the kid gives up and starts using his right hand.
My daughter is left handed.
I feel stumped when people ask me, does she write in left? I answer with a smile, "Yes, she does". It does not stop there, next question quickly follows, "Why? Why didn't you change it from the beginning?" Then I have to give them an explanation of why it is good to let them be and what the Dr's say. Despite that they have that "whatever" look on their face and tend to pretend to ignore it.
Excuse me, what is the problem if she writes in left? When I take her to some functions, it's so difficult to answer. They make it embarassing for me. The problem being she eats with her left hand. Some elders give me a look. Oh! I cant explain that to you, you need to see that to know it. Some give me an unwarranted advice to start teaching her to use her right hand. I nod my head and I just let her be.
What was most perplexing to me was when I was at a function and a learned man asked me, how did you manage to make her left handed?
Oh God, please dont give me the credit of things I did not accomplish. I am a honest person you see and I dont like false recognitions. I am definitely not embarassed about my daughter being left active.
Back after one of the longest hibernation. Feels good to be here though.
My little daughter had one of the worst fevers ever. Last week she was completely down with a viral infection and a very bad cold accompanied by cough. I have never seen her suffer so much. It was a very trying time for me, to manage home, work and a sick child. The toughest thing was the sleepless nights (I dont feel human, unless I get my min 7 hrs of sleep). To top it all, my help at home also fell sick and did not turn up for 3 days.
I felt like a new mother today when I was cooking and packing for her. I was not sure what is safe for her to eat. I was having this strage insecurity in my heart. I felt the same way one would feel, if they have to ride a bike after having met with an accident. A strange fear engulfs our mind, although we have been riding for so many years. The same way, everytime she recovers from being very sick, I feel like a new mother, who has to learn to handle the little angel.
Still having slight cold and cough, I hope she springs back to normalcy very soon.