Shaurya's Chronicles

I remember having written about Shaurya starting the play school (Read HERE) and then his first day at a formal school (Read HERE), I guess it is just right that I include a little note and a picture about his first graduation ceremony.

The graduation ceremony is basically held by schools as a milestone to show that the child is now entering a numbered class. For Shaurya, this happened when he moved from Prep to Class I. The school held a small function which Shaurya attended wearing a gown and a mortarboard – all dressed for the occasion.

We as a family attended the function and were really happy to see him graduating. I couldn’t hold back my tears seeing my little baby looking bright and all grown up.

Dear Shaurya,

Though this ceremony was a little mock drill to the next class, but when you actually complete your bachelor’s or master’s degree and be ready for the world, I hope that I am able to attend that ceremony as well, standing there as a proud parent, clapping the loudest and cheering for you and wishing that you pursue your dreams and follow them sincerely to realize them. On that day I am sure, you will be confident to leave the secure environs of your home to step out into the world and lead a life of your own.  You will go off to different places, take big decisions in life and at times you will not even bother to keep your old mother informed.

Let me use this post as an opportunity to tell you, that my love and blessings will always be with you through thick and thin and I will always be there willing to listen to all what you have to tell me. As a child, I heard all your babbling and unnecessary talks with utmost care and attention and I will do the same whenever you want me around.

Love you, my little graduate.

Shaurya has finally learnt to read and write. I am amazed to see the way he reads story books and his prescribed course books. He loves reading English books, and thanks to his DaMa, he is good at Hindi too. Well, I know am being too ambitious here, but yes I would love it if he becomes a voracious reader.

Parenting is a difficult task and even though I am an English teacher, I still cannot justify why ‘enough’ is not ‘enuf’ and ‘could’ is not ‘cud’. He puts me in a tizzy by asking such questions which I cannot even ‘Google’.

He made a drawing and labeled the things in it as small, medium and big and when I pointed out that the spellings were wrong, as he had put in ‘smol’, ‘meedeeyom’ and ‘big’, he was quick to add that the spellings were correct as they were articulated that way.

Goodness… Am sure William Wordsworth must have dealt with a child and that is how he must have written the famous one liner, “The child is the father of the Man”.

Well my love, you sure have taught me a lesson or two… never realized English would make my head spin, so much so that I would love to avoid all discussions related to it. But the most important lesson that I’ve learnt from you is ‘patience’. I have learnt to control my temper and instead of shouting at you for the many naughty things that you do, all I do is smile or share a laugh

Ah well!! It isn’t the first time I had been out of action on this blog. However, I now find it increasingly difficult to explain my absence every time I have been away. I guess, the only thing I can say or rightfully admit now is that I had been procrastinating (perhaps a little too long).

Maybe it was a typical situation of ‘writer’s block’, I don’t know. At one point in time, I had almost given up and was seriously considering taking the blog down. But, thanks to the constant nagging and motivation of a close friend, I feel rejuvenated enough to pursue this with same vigor one more time.

The fact remains that this blog is for Shaurya and I am documenting his stories, so I guess I owe an apology to my little prince. In days ahead I will try my best to recollect all what he did in the recent past and put it down here for him to read when he is ready to.

I guess I will start right from his birthday to his dearest ‘Baata’ getting married recently. To him I can only say that I will try my best dear, but I am sure you are well aware of your mum’s forgetful way... Hoping for the best!!!

Here’s something I found online after I decided to make this post. Fits quite well…:)