I told you so

The very first post as a sequelae to an introductory post is a dilemma in itself. You want it trim and proper, shapely and fun, wowing the readers and you completely. So why should I be an exception to this grandiose expectation? Thoughts crowd and jumble up the neuronal connections, a mileu of eclectic electrical activity,looking for a single stable idea.

Motherhood, I shout silently is the place to start. We must advocate mothers and their advice 'THE' panacea to all troubles. For it is this group that gets to say the most number of 'I told you so' and irritatingly they are right all the time!

Being one, I should know the glee that comes from saying 'I told you so'. The warmth of these words start from the bottom of one's heart, tingling your body akin to the sensation that only a thousand peppermints tasted by a thousand tongues on the body can give. This gives way to a long, meandering chat extolling the virtues of obedience and the final 'next time, learn to listen to your mom'. My daughters have the look which says 'there she goes again' and I have the giddy elation the endorphins have gladly imparted.

Like it or not, mothers are a class apart in their Nostradamus like predictions. My friend ratified this the other day, when confessing that his mom's predictions about people held true even down the years. Even the good ol' newspaper 'Hindu' endorses this view completely. Carolyn O' Neil's column on 'Mom's food rules'in the March 11 sunday supplement calls mom's food rules golden rules. Eat your breakfast, clean your plate, dont wolf down food, dont eat junk food, dessert only after the meal are some of the rules she mentions and ones all of us have blithely ignored. Todays research backs up mom's 'I told you so's.

As my daughters wave good bye from their bicycles on their way to school,my heart swells up with pride. Shiny, scrubbed faces, clean uniforms with same as your body weight bags nestling on their shoulders, they look fresh for the day.Starting from repeated wakeup shouts to coaxing for baths, to eat breakfast else you will be dizzy to, did you remember to put in all the books in the bag, I have done it all. I have a terrible headache with a leave thrown in to rest. But escape from motherhood, no chance! Transient, volatile fluctuations in blood pressure combined with the ineffable beauty of being redeemed with kisses and hugs. What better way to start a day than by being a 'I told you so' mother?

Motherhood, definitely a hazy horizon but numerous unseen 'I told you so' beckon me into the sublime future!