“Having children makes you no more a parent than having a piano makes you a pianist.”
– Michael Levine
This Friday, when I reached home in the evening, Anu came up running to me. Kissed me on my cheeks and handed over two of her unit test papers. “Wow, very good baby!”, “You are the best”….etc., etc., done.
Then she brings me a glass of water and makes a strange sad expression. To which, I query her, “What happened, baby?”
She quietly went to where her school bag was, and comes back and places her fee slips in my palms and says, “You have to pay the fees.”
I replied, “No, problem, bachha.”
Then she again disappears to appear back in few minutes and this time again she keeps another set of fee receipts and says, “Now, you have to pay fees for two of us, naa…”.
She then sits down and adds up both the figures.
Oh, when did my poor little thing grow up so much…. 😦
She’s just gonna be 7 in next Feb and I can see she has the maturity of a 10 year old. She ensures that her and her sister’s bags are ready for the next day with the extra set of clothes and slippers to change into. She makes sure her lil sis has completed her homework before I reach home. She gets me my medicines without fail. She reminds me little things I tend to forget.
I am not sure if it’s for good or bad, but I can see that her childhood is fading away fast.
Feel like telling her,
“Hold on, Baby! There’s no hurry to grow up…”
Another thing that is worrying me is that all this care and maturity of Anu is being taken for granted by lil Love.
She makes Anu do small little things, which irritate me. She does it so tactfully that Anu doesn’t refuse at all.
“Di, yeh plate kitchen mein rakh do…”
“Di, bring me a glass of water…”
“Di, get me my colours…”
Don’t get mistaken. This ‘Di’ reference comes only when she has to get her tasks done. Otherwise, its always, “Anuuuuuuuu…”
At about 4, she has such perfection in the art of delegation. Definitely Dad’s daughter. 🙂
Don’t think that Anu is that perfect sis anybody would want. She has her share of cunningness and shrewdness. She doesn’t share her colours, story books, toys with lil Love. She’ll only give you selected information about what happened in her school. Only the good part and a lil of the not so good episodes. But she ensures to keep the bad part (like a test bout which teacher has not made her write in diary or a note about her untidy handwriting) to herself. Something that I and my sis still do… 🙂
But then I guess, it’s better to leave somethings to time. They’ll grow up together with all this by themselves with time…Right???
I shouldn’t get involved unnecessarily and complicate things for them…Isn’t it?
So, I choose to sit by the side and watch them grow through their small fights, differences and sometimes care. 🙂