The curly hair girl turned 6 - Yippee!!

My little girl with curly hair, a shy smile and with not a wicked bone turned 6 last month. What a roller coaster ride it has been. Infact after the chattambi, we realize what an angel you are or were at his age. Just look at you now, your face, yes it is an angelic face (even if I may say so) but that is not what I was getting at, it feels like the cat went all over you. You have claw marks. I try to keep up with his nails and twisting his ears and a whack now and then but each attempt has a 50% chance of driving the point home since sometimes he looses the plot and starts pinching me thinking we are playing. While we continue to whack him, talk to him, get him to understand, you continue to wrestle him when you know you can not come out of it unscathed. Sometimes I am frustrated with you for not having any kind of a reflex. You really need to go for some class that teach reflexes. Forget all that colouring, singing, dancing classes, if you have to put up with your lil bro you need reflex. You should know to dodge a punch. Its the least. You sit right there in his face when he is busy beating the daylights out of you and then cry and then when we whack the chattambi, you are sympathetic for that monkey and even say "Its ok he is small na".


The other day in the car when you were angry for something and I could not understand what was it, I yelled and you said I hate you mumma. ha ha, it made me smile. You are just six, and we have the whole single digits and the teens to make through. I hope I will still smile when you say that when you are a teen. When accusations fly high and are more precisely targeted I hope I can still smile at it.

I hope I can get you out of the "read for me" rant and convert it into a "I Love reading" thing. Yeah the difference is HUGE. We can both read our respective books at peace just before we switch off the lights and then I can move on to read on my Galaxy. While I might move you to reading I still have to read to the little monster who is so full of questions and ask each atleast a dozen times. Who is this? What is he doing? hmm ...what is he doing? ...hmm what is he doing? ...Yawwwnnnnn.

Secondly, I hope we will all move towards our own beds. I am totally frustrated with both of you making war cries every time the light needs to be switched off and you both are crying for mumma to come to bed and lie in between you two. There are days when all I want is to hug you both and smell you guys but there are also days I want to catch that random program on TV or flip a magazine or maybe just read a little more. I don't want to hit the sack at 9:30pm every single day. I am not the one going to school. What time I go to bed is immaterial. For the sake of my sanity I hope by the next year atleast you'll have your own room with a cupboard, one for each. Clothes are flowing out of the chest of drawers we bought to put both your teeny tiny clothes in when Chattambi was born and stuffing uniforms and party dress and outdoor clothes into one little drawer isn't helping any more.

You are an absolute delight as a daughter. You make me totally nervous because you seem to look up to me a lot. You are ready to absorb all I have to offer. I am no saint and nor am I yet the person I would like to be. I tend to loose my temper and I am sorry you have seen a lot of it. You have often asked me why did God have to give you curly hair and not silky straight hair and I always tell you, you were marked differently with your curls. As you grow I hope you will learn that is the truth and if you don't then latter we can try straightening as well :). You have kept the whole family on their toes with excitement thinking about your own birthday dawn. Your growing pains again are giving my hands hand aches. You want me to massage in a particular manner, sometimes heavy. sometime light and you wouldn't even doze off after half-an-hour of massaging. You are growing tall my darling. I can already see both of us talking eye-to-eye in the very near future. You love hearing the story of your birth where I narrate about how you went off snoring just when it was time to get out. The doctors would come check the heart beat and feed mumma some ice and then I could feel your bum moving and hands and legs kicking and all the nurses would gather and there you would go off snoring again. You were out in your own sweet time. No hurry and no worries. You are shy by nature and you never go hammer and tongs behind anyone even if they were breaking your stuff and feeding the dogs. You just withdraw. I hope you develop some kind of an assertive trait and don't let people walk all over you without getting offensive. I realize that is my job to nurture you and then I also realize you have your own nature too and your personality will evolve slowly.