As I was getting ready to go out last saturday, Anya (She for sure will say "Mommy its Saanvi" :)) asked me a question-
Anya: Mommy, can I ask you a question?Me: Yup, Go ahead.
Anya: When I grow up, will I get all your clothes and shoes, everything..
She made me burst into a big laugh, she ran away crying... "Its not funny mommy...". That made me quite, because it was truly not funny, from a 5 year old perspective. But I was not quite because she said that, but I was quite because she reminded me of myself when I was 5 years old, sitting on the bed that was in front of my Mom's vanity (called dressing table at that time), looking at my mom getting ready after a bath. Thinking of which I cannot stop myself from comparing, how simple was her getting ready ritual. Just a cream, a powder (not compact one that we use, but Talcum) and a red sindoor and a Bindi, Combing her hair into a bun, an thats it, she was ready for her daily chores. But that simple ritual used to make me wish that I were a grown up like her with long hair like her(My daughter has long hair though :)), so that I could do all that she is doing now. I would open the OLD GODREDGE ALMIRAH!! and get all her pretty sarees, which now seem very simple to me, and would wonder how I would look when I grow up and wear them.
I would play with my Mom's hair for hours and complain about my short hair. I was so desperate to grow up, and my Mom used to say, "Someday dear!! you will grow up and be like me, even better than me." That would make me even more desperate to grow up. I would dream of my prince charming and make up stories about stuck with him in a forest. (Seems so stupid now that I think of).
I can still remember, the day I was leaving for college, my Mom was so upset, that she did not even cry. I never thought that day would be the turning point of my life, as she used to say that. She said, "I pray to God that you will achieve more than what I did in life".
Thanks to her, and I think I did achieve a lot in life, not sure is it more than what she did. And now that I see my daughter, a part of me, growing up so fast, trying to be me,I feel desperate, want the time to stop, so that I can spend some more time with the little her. But, I guess the time has come, to Look at a NEW ME!! from my eyes.
