It seems like yesterday when i use to dress up all hipiti hop for my own annual day, and the other day kapil and i were sitting in the audience to see my son (just 2.5 yrs now) already perform on stage for his annual day function. I am still trying to figure out if i was more nostalgic or more proud there... damn these mixed emotions! like as if the emotions in itself weren't difficult enough to deal with that we land up into these mixed emotion thingies!
Well anyways it was quite a moment to see him dance on stage. I was still trying to get use to the Montessori itself - Its beyond my imagination that my 2.5 yr old can already listen to and follow and remember a set of instructions. He seems like a big boy when he is there... I am sure he does a lot of things there at school that normally i would have never let him do. It feels like a sin an obscene crime when his teacher asks him to take off or wear his shoes on his own and no seems to be doing that for him... but i guess that's how we learn! although when it comes to him, i believe we all learn it all some day - why are they rushing him so much.
I am beginning to make my peace with letting him grow - allowing him to be. The only hope is maybe all mothers have to do this, all have to acknowledge the much desired and much dreaded changes. with a lot of things, sometimes i stop and think - am i judging shaury, the environment or myself, not sure yet.
But the point is whether i contribute or no, i spend time with him or no - he is becoming a big boy by the minute. The only fear / hope is to be the mother that i ought to be...
Well anyways it was quite a moment to see him dance on stage. I was still trying to get use to the Montessori itself - Its beyond my imagination that my 2.5 yr old can already listen to and follow and remember a set of instructions. He seems like a big boy when he is there... I am sure he does a lot of things there at school that normally i would have never let him do. It feels like a sin an obscene crime when his teacher asks him to take off or wear his shoes on his own and no seems to be doing that for him... but i guess that's how we learn! although when it comes to him, i believe we all learn it all some day - why are they rushing him so much.
I am beginning to make my peace with letting him grow - allowing him to be. The only hope is maybe all mothers have to do this, all have to acknowledge the much desired and much dreaded changes. with a lot of things, sometimes i stop and think - am i judging shaury, the environment or myself, not sure yet.
But the point is whether i contribute or no, i spend time with him or no - he is becoming a big boy by the minute. The only fear / hope is to be the mother that i ought to be...
