Hi Everyone,

This post is written in response to the prompt on WEPOSTDAILY. You can check the prompt here on Facebook page.

I really think the following would be how my daughter would think. I should ask her when she grows up!

Till then, why don’t you enjoy this conversation she is having with you and with her mom as a patient listener.

I almost feel, I am enacting a part here, as a patient mom. 🙂

And let me clarify before we begin. I have a great cook 😉

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There she goes again. I really do not understand why she wants to stuff me with food.

Now, what can one do if one is not interested in food.

Everyday I hear her talk about how I do not eat.

She goes on and on with the maid, with the grandparents, with even my dad.

Everyday I hear the same old discussions on how to improve my appetite.

Man! Is that the only goal in my life? To gorge on food.

And I get to hear how I am not going to grow up well if I do not eat, how she will keep me hungry till I eat what is offered on my plate, how she is not a strict mom and generally gives me only things I prefer and blah, blah, blah.

All this when I hear her say, “I was like this when I was a child!” and I hear her say to my granny, “I can understand how you felt when I was a kid. I empathize!”

Empathize! And I thought, when she has already been in such an experience, Should I not expect her to show some mercy on me?

Now, Don’t get me wrong. I mean, she is the greatest fun to be with.

She actually plays with my toys, uses my coloring crayons, dances, sings, jumps and laughs like a child. She loves my nursery rhymes, loves cartoons and is a terrific storyteller (Yes, I misuse that fact! So what? She secretly loves it, you take it from me.).

Umm Hmm, you got it, I may not just miss a sister as yet!

And at times, I darn well feel, she is my child.

I know, I know, I am hard on her when I go on and on with my one moment kattis and battis!

I also know I am hard on her when I keep telling her that I will not take her with me when I go to my new house. Hey, all grown ups live in new houses. I am also going to. Yes, yes, I did tell her that if she did not stop scolding me, I was not going to take her to my new home EVER. I hoped that would scare her enough to stop.

She does it too sometimes. Not as in threaten, threaten but her voice levels increase and cause a rebellion within me. Tell me, is that within my power. I mean, not making her scream like that? Uff, Parents! No, I mean, Moms!, Dad is quite cool.

I understand that I am now grown up but, I still make a mess. Well, so does she when she spreads all that craft stuff over the entire bed and then we sleep in a different room altogether!

I understand that mistakes are allowed so who would blame me if I keep making just that, mistakes.

I pick up my toys and clean up, when she asks me to. Ok, so that’s not true. Let’s say sometimes?

Is she a monster? Nah! Not quite. I still think she is pretty.

She seems to love it when  I tell her that. So, I am allowed to manipulate a bit. After all, I am a kid! No one can hold it against me!

I love to tease her and then make her go crazy sometimes. I love to then kiss her, hug her, caress her and make up. Literally, we just go on loving each other. Till she reminds me, “Ok. I love you too but, this is the last time I am telling you, Go to sleep!” That is after lying in the bed for almost two hours. Now, isn’t that funny? You tell me. When will she learn. I do things when I want to. Yes, even EAT!

I love her too, you know. No. I mean really love her. I know she is always worried about me. She is really worried about my food intake.

I mean look at that story she has told me over and over again. As if she wants it completely understood how my cousin did not get any strength until she started eating. And when she did, she was suddenly able to conquer the strong bully in her class! Hasn’t she heard of strong by spirit?

I understood it ok? but, Look ma, I am just like you.

You said, you were just like that. I heard you. You did ok, didn’t you?

So, can you please leave me alone when it comes to food.

Let’s concentrate on your remaining 80% potential as the best mom and playmate?

If you want to feed me, well, how about food for thought?

PS or in whispers:

Thanks Ma, I knew you would understand…Yes, Yes, I love you. I will always love you. I will keep saying it to you from time to time as a reward for not giving me chapati & vegetables in my tiffin.

Ever! (Seriously, I love this word.)

Let me give you a special kiss tonight, Mamma.

Just for you.

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Poornima