I have always loved this song. The sentiment is beautiful isn’t it? Asking spring to shower flowers on your lover as he arrives.
Maybe it’s just me but love consumes me and takes over my life. And I’ve always noticed a lot of similarities in the relationship with a child and a lover. From the way there is a strong physical urge to hold and love – to the urge to mother, to nurture, to give your all for…
The Brat and Bean come back tomorrow morning. I miscalculated and am regretting it now. Partly because I had so much planned that isn’t ready yet and also because I’ve been torturing myself imagining there was a day more to get through without them.
But they’re on their way as you read this. On their way back to Mama and Dada.
We’ve had a good break and while we’ve missed them, we’ve achieved so much more with our time. We’d forgotten what it is like to just be a couple in a home. We’ve curled into bed with a packet of chips and watched movies. We’ve taken late night shows and drives. We’ve partied without worrying about little people asleep at home. We’ve opened bank accounts, filled forms, done yoga, tidied up the house, had pest control done. All this in just one week! Now I see why DINK couples choose to stay that way! We were into the baby business so early in the marriage that we were still struggling to make ends meet and didnt get to see this side of life. Where you’re well settled, financially stable, have time and househelp and are generally in too comfy a place to shift.
Well anyway – we thought we were okay. But our actions spoke otherwise. In the last two days we’ve been working nonstop. Doing up the house. Yes, our kids are 23 months and 3.5 years old, but we’re so excited that we’ve done up their room, hung up cute new coat pegs, new name plates on their door, posters on their cupboards, and pulled out all their toys and fitted new batteries, chucked the older toys and got them a new basket ball, foot ball and frisbee. And I’ve gone and picked up new pots and decorated the entire stairway with flowering pots, hanging baskets of flowers and much more nonsense. I’ve put a fish bowl full of orchids on the coffee table and a very contemporary steel vase full of pink liles on the dining table.
I don’t think the kids will notice any of it. But it was just something I wanted to do. Flowers are so beautiful. They are a way of celebrating. And I’ve been so miserable without them that my heart lifted as the days of separation came to an end. I just instinctively picked up flowers and did up the house, the way I’d do it if anyone else I cared for was coming home. I didn’t do it consciously. Just went to the market and picked up the pots. And as I limped home, lugging up the pots it struck me I was buying it for the kids and how foolish I was being. Maybe someday they will laugh at their foolish mother, for now, I’ll just revel in the excitement of their homecoming and the beauty of the flowers.
And oh – here’s proof that I painted the garden furniture until an hour ago – out in the dark and cold Delhi winter night.
I’d been planning to do it for a while and then realised this is the perfect time, with the kids out of the way. The OA raised one big-city-boy eyebrow, wanted to know why we couldn’t just pay someone to do it and got back to his laptop. I settled down with the tin of paint and began. I ended up covered in paint and with a backache, but with this sense of satisfaction that I realise I only seem to get from physical work and never at the end of an article well written.
So now that it’s done I’m ready to apply for my H1B. Hell, if I can do my own painting why shouldn’t I move to the US? Oh right, I forgot the little matter of cooking my own meals. Alright, here’s the deal – Will paint for food. Any takers?!
Anyway – am off to get more tidying done so that the Brats can come and have something to mess up tomorrow!