Dear Darsh,
You are 6 years, 2 months and 3 days old today. April 2017 is
still not over but it has been an overwhelming time for us as your parents. Because
your questions have become stranger.
Our alone-time was cut short drastically
this month due to work but you spend some quality time with your father. You
are pretty impressed with your father these days. Especially with the citation
and award etc. You did tell your teacher about your father. How he is teaching
you to wrestle. You also told her about your new underwear and the designs on
it. Maybe you share a bit too much with your teachers.
Request for name change
You asked me why I didn’t name you karush. And why is your
name Darsh. Obviously this happened in the morning before we went off to our
respective places of fun and mental peace. Then you told me you would like to change
your name to karush but how worried about how to inform the teacher about it. But
by evening you had probably decided that Darsh was good enough for now. Btw I looked
up Karush as nobody I knew was aware of the word. It means dry and hard. We
still don’t know how you got this name…
The multiple voice syndrome
I don’t know if it is a thing common to all kids obsessed with
Lego but you are always playing with lego and talking in multiple voices. I
once listened in and heard a damsel in distress, a police man, a super hero,
several villains... lately you have started making background music scores too.
Is it normal?
The nature lover with a twist
In the last one hear I have bought and borrowed so many
books on a singular theme that I have lost the count. They all are about nature’s
most horrible creations – cyclones, storms, typhoons… We read these books but
only the parts that interest you i.e. Infact the other day you compared the
books and Dr Binocs video explaining the natural disasters and told me Dr
Binocs is wrong. Last week I asked you to make me a beach scene. You drew a
pretty scene and then drew in a tsunami. I asked you to draw a snowy day with
your friends and you did that but with a blizzard as the central theme. Even a
sunny day became a cyclonic sunny day. Even our lego people have to suffer a
lof of weather issues. I don’t know if that is your take of the global warming
scene but I have taken the number of a child psychologist and maybe one day I will
ask her how to make you slightly less morbid in your imagination. In other news
the matchstick characters you draw have become slightly fatter. They look
squarish now.
When a boy does not love a girl
We went to a birthday party and I asked you to draw a card. You
drew a beautiful card with cakes and decorations etc but you signed it ‘Like Darsh’.
Because you said I don’t love her and she is not my friend so I am writing
like. And that’s how it went to her. Did I tell you her mom is a good friend?
Drooly Icky Larva and what's your street name
Again I don’t know if its boys in general who like creatures
who fart gases, play with the mucus and swim in their saliva but you do love
these larva cartoons where the protagonists love to do just that. You have
downloaded all kinds of “free” larva games and videos on my phone and your
father’s but I guess your hunt continued because today in the morning my phone showed
me a half-filled form for payment details through Vodafone for a new larva game
download. The place where you got stuck was street name. Maybe next time I won’t
be so lucky.
You and Nana
You guys have a stormy relationship. Mostly because you both
are so similar - you both like to tease, dominate, watch tv, play in the park
and talk the loudest. Obviously sparks will fly.
Last summer Advay accidently crushed his fingers in the car
window but you blamed my father for it and publicly denounced him several
times. He does feel guilty about it you know. Anyways you reminded him again
about it last week and kicked him too. Did I say the incident happened almost a
year back?
A few days back we asked you who is favourite nana and you
placed my father at the end. Ofcourse he was sad and slightly shocked about it
even though you said “I was joking” several times.
You told my father that you would never be his son. You are
too young to understand that he lost his baby boy long time back and saying
such a thing could be quite hurtful to him but what can I say. I guess one day
you will understand how words, even spoken by a young person like you can
sometimes hurt.
Now your nana with
the travelling pants is out of station and even though you said all these
vicious things to him, now you are missing him and want him back. But I guess a
little space will really help you both bond better. Or not.
Your “loving” mother
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