My mother has come home yesterday, and this reminds me of
an interesting tit bit that happened many years ago.
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| Grandma and grand daughter fast asleep |
This happened when we were enrolling our twins into pre primary school. Our limited preparation of my children to face the interview questions spanned across “What is your name?” “ what is your age” what colour is this?” kind of basic questions. We felt admission into school was equivalent to admissions into some university program and were intent on getting our children to prove their individual brilliance. At least in our minds, they were the equivalent of young Einstein’s and May Curie’s of the world. So our coaching started just 2 days ahead of the interview and we were quizzing them to see if they were answering the questions that we would ask most 2 year olds.
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Grandma,ma and sweety
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In our efforts to teach them their full names, we started with my son. When he answered “My name is XXXX” saying only his first name. We jumped in and corrected him. “Your full name is XXXX Satish” and once we were convinced he answered that we moved on to our dear daughter with the same question. She was bold and answered with the supreme confidence of any two year old “My name is YYYY Bhara” appending my name as she is a girl. We were tickled by her response and burst out laughing but for me that was a fulfilling moment when my daughter decided to carry my name forward as a woman and had made the simple deduction that boys carry on the father’s name and daughters will carry on with their mother’s. Bless you sweety, for carrying forward some part of me and this is a tribute to my mum and to you and the link that I am able to form between us!! Life is surely connected and I feel I carry a lot of bits of my mother forward though I have never seriously thought about it or specifically mentioned it!!
We are our mothers daughters and for that I am grateful :-)
