The Yellow Stick...

The Yellow Stick….!!

When a child is born, a mother also takes birth.... right away!!

Actually I never believed in... when people say that children should take care of their mother given to the fact that they(read Mothers) selflessly take care of them,

Selfless!!! I really wonder!! 

Because I never felt myself selfless as a mother. Whatever I did for my child…it was just for my own concerns, own delight and own responsibility.

I felt bad when he was ill….so I couldn't sleep…

I always get the Elysian glee……with his every smile…

I feel like a sense of divinity around me…having him in my lap

So where did I do anything for him??? It’s all for me and myself!!

What I got from him is immeasurable and incomparable with what I did for him….this is the reality for me at least.

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Like any other mother I have also numerous beautiful memories of being a mother. Going down the memory lane.... There are loads of such memoirs. 

But one of them is really soul stirrings!!

He was in standard II then.

That day like any other day…he was the same Aaditya who was never willing to go to school.

I don't remember exactly how that day started. But i was supposed to get him prepared for his schools. 

Afternoon school….space constraint in schools in Mumbai…..we know that.

It was just of those routine days. However I was not in a good mood for something. So I was getting very irritated with his everyday tantrums and making scene of things.

Actually that was the everyday routine and trend.

From waking up from bed to getting prepared for schools…everything happens with my shouting!!

Shouting….no its repeated shouting….yes that’s more correct!!
You know...throat exercise recommended for Moms....for repeating same things again n again..

I believe…whether a woman was a cuckoo or not before becoming a mother but becomes a crow for sure after she becomes one….

I used to shout at everything...

Brush your teeth.... and he would first ask the toothpaste to come out of the tube first….

Again shout…brushing finished??

He would say…Okay Mama….doing it!!

Similarly

Finish you milk….he would first make faces, then there will be stories on how children don’t love milk in the morning!! How his friends Moms never compel them to have milk in the morning…blah…blah…

Then it’s the term for Bathing'… he would start asking silly questions

Mama…dose this tap baths or do birds bath…

OMG!! Only a mother knows how difficult it is to handle his Masti

What I mean to say is it’s really terrible to make him do the daily cores. You need to be known for your constant reiterations, excellent tolerance and a multi-eyed person,

That’s our routine for every school day!!

That day was no different, but I was not feeling okay for something. So I was getting irritated.

I think he was too little to understand that but my tolerance was crossing the limit.

So when he started making faces with his breakfast….it was too much. I really lost my temper. I hit him with my palms,

One on his chubby cheeks…

One on his back and one on his bums…

First he had not expected that….

The.He  started crying and then with fear, anger and tear…finished his breakfast

After that…he made no more scenes, quietly wore his uniform and shoes…trying to look into my eyes.... 

After hitting him…I was also almost in tears. But I was hiding my emotion by avoiding any direct eye contact with him.

However….as I never hit him with my hand…so I got hurt while hitting him….I mean it was very painful for me as well…

In fact I never hit him by hand, but sometime in case there is uncontrollable tantrums I used to hit (not hard) with a Yellow fiber stick.
Actually there is interesting story of this Yellow Stick…as we called it…

Aaditya…hated the Yellow Stick like anything. Because for that Yellow Colored lifeless fellow…u know he cannot do things as per his wish....without fear.
It was the biggest enemy of him...

Sometime even the mention of “Yellow Stick” would be enough to control his tantrums and bring back his tempers.

He hated it like anything and one fine day…we found The Yellow Stick has gone missing mysteriously!!

Anyway…as we were getting late... We rushed to the Bus stop. There also he was noiseless.

It’s surely an 8^th wonder of the world if he keeps quite for a moment…a Super Chatter box..u know!!

He boarded the bus…sitting in the seat...Gave me a mixture of “innocence but mama...I’m angry on you” kind of looks...You know those extra expressions...

Though I was feeling very bad as I had hit him but I just looked at him at last …and said… no Masti!

By the evening…he was alright! He had forgotten everything.

Children don’t remember things …right

However my mischievous lad was little composed  that day in the evening…may be morning effect still acting on him…

No throwing of shoes…he kept it in its place.

You know…The good boy types!!!

I was preparing his evening snacks…

After freshen up… he came to me in my kitchen

Mamma….take this

I turned back. I was surprised…it was the Yellow stick!!!!

Then He said…app ko kabhi bhi mujhe marana ho na to ye Yellow Stick se hi mara karo…kyuoki hath se marte ho to aap ke hath mein dard hota hai….
(Mama next time you hit me...hit by this stick. By hitting me by your hand ...you get hurt know..)

I couldn't believe!! I mean…I don’t know how to express. OMG!! He had noticed how I felt pain in my hand after hitting him in the morning!!

What could I say….

I was almost gone melted. Words are not enough..in fact no words can express those feelings!!

The feeling is beyond any expression. I was in tears. But he was smiling. I took him in my lap and I asked

Mama ne jyada mara kya…..Mama bahut buri hai
(did mamma hit you too hard...Mamma is very Bad)

But suddenly he jumped from my lap and said….I’m iron man!!I don’t feel pain u know…!!!

Ha ha ha…

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Thank you God…u made me a mother. Mother is the most beautiful creation of God.  And I’m happy with this designation!!!
I’m happy that I’m a mother!!!! 

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