Coffee With Mi

Mi, I toast you with a tumbler of freshly brewed kaapi!

A bumpy ride

School has started. And so have the tests. As usual, when Vidur returns to school after almost two months’ vacation, you know how it is. I hallucinate all the time. One might think that after the hectic morning I’d just settle down to work and get my stuff done, eh? Not so.

On Monday, I walked around the house, freaking out a little over the “conspicuous by his absence” -ness of Vidur. When I finally dragged myself to the pc desk, I missed seeing his back from my vantage point. I missed the sudden humming of a tune. I missed the 11.30 am coffee when he joined me with a glass of juice. Some spilled, followed by laughter, some recollection of “paati” moments, giggling over a childhood anecdote and discussing lunch as we returned to our respective seats to resume what we were doing.

Just as I keep hearing your voice at 2.30 pm urging me to get ready to go to school, I imagine hearing Vidur’s singing voice all the time. Sometimes giving me critical info about what he’s up to with his hobbies, his interests. Listening to his grand life plans. Yes, he has one. And I love it.

One might think I am talking about a long separation. If 8 am to 3 pm can make me mushy, imagine when there comes a time when he actually has to go study somewhere. I shudder to think of it. Children always adjust and get busy with their stuff. It is us adults, the parents whose hearts turn into marshmallows and dictate our thoughts. The tear glands are ready to flow at the most unexpected times without warning.

Still, Mi, I am blessed with an affectionate, compassionate, kind son. For that I will always be grateful. I pray that all his wonderful dreams come true.

Can you imagine this is his last year at school? 12 years of the same routine will give way to new things this time next year.

Growing up with Vidur is a glorious journey. So maybe it stretched my patience sometimes, but then, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. Truly, just as bringing up children is a challenge for parents, children also have a solid challenge bringing up their parents.

Sigh. I wish you were here with me so we could mull over the memories.

P.S. – still haven’t made the dosai milaga podi. Waiting for the last minute. That would be some time today.

Let’s brew it!



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Vidya Sury

Writer, Editor, Blogger, Influencer. I blog/create content for businesses and edit manuscripts for authors and publishers. On my blogs, I write about all the things I enjoy in life: parenting, personal development, health and wellness, books, food, travel, gratitude, mindfulness, happiness. In my free time I play with my dust bunnies and show my diabetes who's boss.

7 thoughts on “A bumpy ride

  1. My kids will start back to school in August and then I will be feeling much the same way. They will be in 3rd and 8th grades. Time sure does fly!

    1. I know what you mean, Kathy! To me, it seems like only yesterday that I was leading a little boy to his first grade. 🙂

      Enjoy the moments!

  2. Coming to this blog of yours after a while. And am happy to read this lovely and love-filled post 🙂 Loved this sentence in particular – “Truly, just as bringing up children is a challenge for parents, children also have a solid challenge bringing up their parents.” I appreciate this more now as a daughter to a father dealing with lots of physical and emotional issues. Thanks for expressing what my heart was sensing but couldn’t figure out a way to articulate.
    Beautiful coffee mugs, by the way!

  3. wow.. that was a great expression of mother missing her children.. It makes me wonder what my mom would be thinking ..

  4. Oh that must always be tough and this year especially so. I’m sure his life plans will work out splendidly and Vidur will never be too far away from you!

    PS: Have you made the podi yet? 😉

    1. Yes, Corinne.I made it yesterday morning at 6 am 😀 because it was idli for the dubbas.

      Thanks for the lovely words. Sometimes I think it is all in our minds, you know – the tension, the nervousness. Vidur also assures me all will be well. I believe. 😀

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