How my Second Son Raises Me?

After raising one for 14 years, you would think I got some tricks of the trade under my belt.

Sadly, no.

I begin all over with the second one.

Take for example, yesterday’s bedtime happenings.

Adi stuck with homework.
Kumar sitting beside Adi and playing chess on his computer.

I am tasked with getting Ari to call it a day and go to sleep. I am bring him to bed and say – “Dey Ari, Amma is sick and tired. She really needs some sleep.”

Then, I lie down beside Ari and proceed to pull up my reading list on the phone and start reading.

He gets up and leaves. Then, comes back with a reading light and book.

He says – “You are going to put down your reading and go to sleep. If not, I am going to read too.”

Checkmate.

I have no freaking clue of how to raise this one.

YEAH. We have Managed to Pull Together This Year!

Adi and I shared a fist bump as I dropped him off for the last day of school. The fist bump celebrates our friendship and our joint partnership.

It says “YEAH. We have managed to pull together this year.”

Calling 2014 an eventful year is an understatement.

We have had so many transitions and so much learning.

During the first few weeks in Texas, when Kumar was away in California and Daddy was in India, he stepped up and played the role of man-of-the-house.

He helped me move and settle down. He carried his sleepy younger brother around on many of the long days. He helped him fill out numerous paperwork that comes with settling down in a new city. He made coffee (tasted terrible, but the gesture!) when I sat down after a long day of running around in a city that I didn’t know anything about. He hugged me often and said “Amma, it is ok. Appa will be here soon to help us.”

Both he and I have grown up so much this year.

I can’t wait to relax and go absolutely crazy with the boys during the 2 week holiday.

“Parents raise kids” statement is not complete. It is a 2 way street. Kids raise us as much (and in some cases like mine, probably more) than we raise them. Parent raising is probably harder than kids raising…for the simple reason that kids are willing to be raised and molded by us. We, on the other hand, think (falsely, of course) we are already done “growing up”.

I urge you to think about who is ACTUALLY raising who?

Rainbow Days – Who is walking Who?

I went walking up the neighborhood hill with Rainbow today. I don’t know whether a dog is a man’s best friend or not. I can only tell you that a dog is a woman’s best friend.

Training a puppy is like raising a child. Every single interaction is a training opportunity.
– Ian Dunbar

What is your behind the Wheel Story?

I am Adi’s personalized chauffeur.

What is your behind the Wheel Story - Ambal Balakrishnan

Dropping.
Waiting.
Pickup.
Conversing in the car.
Playing his favorite songs on the car stereo.
Taking him to the park.
Taking him to play dates.
Taking him to parties.
Taking him to classes.
Briefing him.
Debriefing with him.
All in the car.

If my Toyota Sienna had to tell its story, I am sure it will be an interesting and fun one….and a very long story.

What is your behind the wheel story?