Ah well, it’s that time of the year again when you take a relook at the contract you signed up before stepping on earth. I am feeling pretty positive about this year. There is a ‘sense’ of direction (thank god thank god) – in my harumscarum life even that ‘sense’ is a big bonus. Gets me all fired up. There are constant conversations of course with the self. And one thing is responsibility. I don’t think I have a lot of it in my life – I mean life is what happens to me – I don’t choose what happens and I like what happens… but what about this responsibility stuff? And I wonder what it means? I mean I spent days last year with AB – and watched how she was constantly being a beautiful and perfect being. Feeding her husband his medicines, opening one box after another and feeding us rolls and sandwiches. Supervising maids, rooms in which we were guests. She was up early morning, fresh, bathed (IN THE COLD) praying with her husband, making tea for us… I looked and her and studied her for a bit and really liked what I saw. I think it’s such a lesson in itself watching a ‘mom’ in action. The gentleness, the care… and the loving way in which they performed each action… being able to maintain such a lovely home, keep the kids bathed and fresh, handling the maids and FLUFFY TOWELS in the loos. All neatly folded.
Is there some kind of maturity most of these women have? Discussing finances with their husbands, planning for the future? Bringing up the kids, seeing to their education and development? Must be such a task, na? Hmm. I like moms. I admire stay-at-home moms and I think there should be some award out for them. To top it all, AB and R – another friend of hers – they are at parties looking s ‘put together’ – beautiful, fit, made-up, elegant and so, so perfect. I think their husbands and families are very lucky to have them…
