The latest addition to our family is a moustache.
...however faint it may be, only visible when the chin is held high against natural light, yet it announces that someone has "grown up". The super-faint-light-bluish moustache is even being flaunted infront of the existing grown ups in the house to establish the growing up.
I smile as I write this post.
I am sure all mothers go through a "strange" feeling when the moustache appears.... happiness mingled with some oh-how-time-flies!!
Two other things happened last week which made the arrival of the moustache even more prominent.
The class performed the end-of-elementary-school musical:
Lot of rehearsals went into the success of the magical drama that A-junior's class performed. Such a nice musical to mark the end of their elementary school! As the kids sang, danced and performed and the parents proudly tried to capture everything with their cameras....the school year came to an end. 8 years of elementary school starting from the day when I walked into the school with a toddler holding my hand to the 11 yr old who was dressed up in space suit on the stage trying to show his acting skills to impress the audience. ..and I am sure holding hands is nowhere on the radar anymore! Quite a journey, no doubt.
As a bonus, we had A-junior's grandparents in the audience this time, their first time at his school.
The drama was enacted in Dutch and I was initially a bit apprehensive about how they would feel like sitting in the audience without understanding a word of it.
My mistake!
Grandparents do not require "any" language when their grandchildren perform on stage. They watched with complete admiration,almost in a trance mode. Their eyes gleamed with pride as they said "what a performance by A-junior" at the end of the play.
Really , the whole play was in Dutch!
;-)
The kids cried at the end of the drama...uninhibited tears of grief rolled down their cheeks at the thought of separation. The girls hugged each other while the boys tried to put up a brave face.
I went back to my school days. The last day of school was very painful. Since it was a girl's school, we all howled and cried at the thought of separation. We wrote farewell messages on our white school uniforms as tears rolled down our cheeks. We murmured promises of keeping in touch ..life long. Green cross, cross my heart....so many different ways of girly promises of not forgetting each other.
Nothing changed. History repeats itself, no matter which part of the world we are in.
Elementary school came to an end.
The school arranged a 'disco' for the outgoing class.
It even had a theme. "Shining white". The boy-with-the-faint-moustache, dressed in a casual white shirt was dropped off at the disco at 7:00PM by the father.
The boy returned at 12:00. Yes, you heard it correct...12:00 o'clock!!
(he was dropped home by his friend's father)
The mother could not take her eyes off the clock from 10:00 PM onwards. She also checked her whatsapp couple of times. At 10:30, she received a picture of a bunch of 12 yr olds dancing. At 10:30, there was a selfie with few kids making weird faces. At 11:00, the photo was a bit blurred. The mom realised that it was her third glass of red wine.
The father pretended to be super cool all the time but you should have seen the smile on his face when the junior came back home.
The faint moustache is not something that one can ignore anymore.
We are in India. Foodwise, I am being pampered royally. So no recipes today.
I will be sharing some super tasty recipes soon.
Let me focus on the eating first.
Food in India is... so....so...so.......so vibrant, so colourful, so active!
The vegetables are so fresh, they almost talk to me "Pick me, pick me!"
The vegetable vendor stared at us with surprised eyes as A-junior asked him if taking a photo of his stall is allowed.
...however faint it may be, only visible when the chin is held high against natural light, yet it announces that someone has "grown up". The super-faint-light-bluish moustache is even being flaunted infront of the existing grown ups in the house to establish the growing up.
I smile as I write this post.
I am sure all mothers go through a "strange" feeling when the moustache appears.... happiness mingled with some oh-how-time-flies!!
Two other things happened last week which made the arrival of the moustache even more prominent.
The class performed the end-of-elementary-school musical:
Lot of rehearsals went into the success of the magical drama that A-junior's class performed. Such a nice musical to mark the end of their elementary school! As the kids sang, danced and performed and the parents proudly tried to capture everything with their cameras....the school year came to an end. 8 years of elementary school starting from the day when I walked into the school with a toddler holding my hand to the 11 yr old who was dressed up in space suit on the stage trying to show his acting skills to impress the audience. ..and I am sure holding hands is nowhere on the radar anymore! Quite a journey, no doubt.
As a bonus, we had A-junior's grandparents in the audience this time, their first time at his school.
The drama was enacted in Dutch and I was initially a bit apprehensive about how they would feel like sitting in the audience without understanding a word of it.
My mistake!
Grandparents do not require "any" language when their grandchildren perform on stage. They watched with complete admiration,almost in a trance mode. Their eyes gleamed with pride as they said "what a performance by A-junior" at the end of the play.
Really , the whole play was in Dutch!
;-)
The kids cried at the end of the drama...uninhibited tears of grief rolled down their cheeks at the thought of separation. The girls hugged each other while the boys tried to put up a brave face.
I went back to my school days. The last day of school was very painful. Since it was a girl's school, we all howled and cried at the thought of separation. We wrote farewell messages on our white school uniforms as tears rolled down our cheeks. We murmured promises of keeping in touch ..life long. Green cross, cross my heart....so many different ways of girly promises of not forgetting each other.
Nothing changed. History repeats itself, no matter which part of the world we are in.
Elementary school came to an end.
The school arranged a 'disco' for the outgoing class.
It even had a theme. "Shining white". The boy-with-the-faint-moustache, dressed in a casual white shirt was dropped off at the disco at 7:00PM by the father.
The boy returned at 12:00. Yes, you heard it correct...12:00 o'clock!!
(he was dropped home by his friend's father)
The mother could not take her eyes off the clock from 10:00 PM onwards. She also checked her whatsapp couple of times. At 10:30, she received a picture of a bunch of 12 yr olds dancing. At 10:30, there was a selfie with few kids making weird faces. At 11:00, the photo was a bit blurred. The mom realised that it was her third glass of red wine.
The father pretended to be super cool all the time but you should have seen the smile on his face when the junior came back home.
The faint moustache is not something that one can ignore anymore.
We are in India. Foodwise, I am being pampered royally. So no recipes today.
I will be sharing some super tasty recipes soon.
Let me focus on the eating first.
Food in India is... so....so...so.......so vibrant, so colourful, so active!
The vegetables are so fresh, they almost talk to me "Pick me, pick me!"
The vegetable vendor stared at us with surprised eyes as A-junior asked him if taking a photo of his stall is allowed.
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