15 Marbles

Yesterday we went for a birthday party. My cousin’s little boy turned 4 last week and it was his birthday party . The party was at an awesome play center.The kids loved it. I met a lovely lady, whose family had migrated here, when she was 4 years old. We had a nice conversation and then,she moved on to chat with someone else.I said hello to some of my cousin’s friends, people I had met before and then found myself a quiet corner to people watch. 

SP, on the other hand, socialised with a few people , struck a conversation with someone he had never met before and by the end of the event, had swapped phone numbers. Something similar happened at last weekend’s party. SP got involved, met some friends  and got introduced to some new people.All this while, I caught up with a friend – both she & I , spent all our time there, talking up a storm.

Normally, it’s the other way round – I am the social one, mingling with everyone, striking conversations with random strangers, while he is either talking to me or the kids or glued to his phone.And even when I am talking to someone else , I am uncomfortable and anxious, that he is probably getting bored.There is also the unsaid awkwardness that he is only interacting with his phone. So, these two parties were a welcome change.

That being said, I have come to realise that as I am getting older, I don’t feel the restlessness that comes with the silence in a crowded room.By silence, I mean the loneliness that creeps upto you, unseen. You see, that doesn’t bother me anymore. Don’t  get me wrong , it’s not like I am turning anti-social.I still enjoy meeting people and still enjoy conversing with them , but at the same time , I don’t have the self-induced pressure to fill every quiet moment with words. I am starting to enjoy my own company a little more . It’s amazing how I don’t even feel the need to check my phone every minute that I am alone.

I don’t know if the change is good or bad, but when you start enjoying your own company , it must be a good thing ! 

Do you find yourself changing with time to or is it just me? 

I leave you with a quote from my favorite Facebook page – 

Love,

Trish 

Since watching the movie Storks, MsAn is convinced that she will finally get the sibling that she has been begging us for. We went away for a weekend, in September.On our second night there, she came up to me and said,’ I need to tell you something.’ She made me sit down on the couch and then presented her case – ‘ MsA and I have decided that we want a sibling and it has to be a boy this time and his name will be Abir!’ First..it took me 2 minutes to recover from the shock of it! One that she had planned this whole speech! Two, that she had picked a name that was on the top of my list of boy names, when I was expecting the girls! Once  I had recovered from the shock, I informed her not very nicely, that there will be no new sibing!

That hasn’t deterred her spirits though. She still brings it up! Then MsA woke up super excited the other morning and made a card requesting we get a new baby. She had a dream that they were getting a new sister. The card she made had the new baby’s profile listed ( she loves making lists and descriptions!) and the new sister was going to be called Anya!

Anyway, on Friday, a colleague brought in his new daughter, a 6 month old cherrub, cute and cuddly. I was feeling clucky is an understatement.

MsAn had her first school transition day today. She was so excited about it last night that she couldn’t fall asleep . 

SP dropped her off at the school and I picked her up after. The transition teacher said, she is so chatty and that MsAn asked her how old she was. I said I was surprised she didn’t ask her if she was married and how many kids she had.

MsAn found a friend in the same room and also has a few friends starting school with her next year. So it will be fun . Although I am a little worried about how she will react to the new environment . Every year when   they changed rokms at the childcare, she cried and cried for the  first few weeks .  I am hoping next year will be different . 

For now I leave you with a pic of  my precious second-born, all set to conquer her little world 

…going to work on your day off and being greeted with a tray of mini scones made by the Boss-man!

Happiness can also be a cupcake with green frosting..specially if you are a 9 year old !