Mother's day favourite

The English translation that is provided here is very helpful mOhanaji, thank you.
This sort of reminds me of those times when moms used to coax their kids to eat okhra, so they could score more in math! I fell for that when I was a kid, but, it doesn't work with my kids here

I share these sentiments with you JKM - there are many little little things that my children did as kids, which remains fresh in my memory... I would like to share a small incident here about what my son did when he was 2 years old.

I was a working mother (until 4 years ago). My daughter, who is the older one was more understanding to me leaving her everyday and going to work, whereas my son would not let me leave in the morning - he used to cry a lot when he'd see me go and it used to be very heart-rending. He would always me want to take leave and stay back with him and I used to tell him that if I took leave my boss would not give me any salary and I would not be able to buy him all that he wanted - he hated this reason and would not accept it.

One day my mother-in-law was not well and my mother was out of station so I had no one to take care of my son but I had to go to work as there were some important interviews being conducted which no one else could handle but me. My boss told me to bring my son along with me to work and that since the interviews were being held at the company guest house it would not be inconvenient to have him around.

The moment I reached the guest house I introduced my son to my boss - the next moment was sheer embarrassment for me because immediately my son asked me - "Mummy is he the same boss you said who wont give you leave and salary??". I smiled and nodded my head and my boss looked me with a question in his eyes. I explained what it was all about to which my boss took out a 2 rupee coin from his pocket and gave it to my son and said "Here take your mother's salary". My son joyfully took the coin and tugged at me "Mummy, come let's go home - your boss has given me your salary" - we could not help but burst out laughing. Poor kid was disappointed that I had to stay back the whole day at work.

The innocence in this incident is just the same as what JKM explained above. My son is now 19 years old and only very recently we were talking about this incident and my son who had forgotten all about this chuckled to hear it.

I think many members would have such interesting stories to tell. Why don't you share them with us - JKM's blog is the right place to share it with us I think. Eagerly waiting to read them.

Thanks mOhanaji.....

This reminds me of playing a dance in our school days for song "Gummana Kareyadire...ammma neenu..." by Purandaradasa.

Mind-blowing poem, JKMji... Some memories surely stay in place and never fade away.... It is very true, that "While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about."

Here is a keepsake of my Son's teeny tiny handprints, when he was just 2.5years old

http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/lh/photo/OJt-BHWO4_DMake_gKJUkQ?feat=directlink

Have got many more like these. But I wanted to share this one very particularly. When I was looking for this one among my collection, my kid got hold of it, and immediately said, "Look Mom! my baby hands. See now how big my hands are than before! I am a big boy now, And you always keep on telling me I am your kutti baby?"

Silly me or silly him.... I donno what to say...