Problems

1. You both don't swim. I drew you a story so that you will at least try next week.

2. Peanut bites kids. Either he is hungry or he is just being silly. So( after a good scolding)I drew a Peanut bit a little girl story and he tells me:But Monan Lal fights with everyone.

What can you say to that?

Tidbits

Growl puts a coat on gramma and says: Let's cut your hair.

Peanut: I don't believe that.

Growl: I have so many activities.

They don't understand what they are saying but they like talking continuously. They've warmed up to grampa so much it's like grampa's been here forever:)

Growl you have problem with writing. I'm not forcing you as you have to get used to a whole bunch of new things and it's okay to be angry. Peanut, you're doing things with your left hand now. You like to draw and scribble. But of course you two are movie buffs and know your actors and moser baer and all that.

Yesterday you were dancing to gone away-Michael Jackson.

You drove me crazy in the book store. Screaming, running around a lady who wasn't likin it, pushing a stool.....you drive me crazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzyyyyyy!!!!!!!!!

Clarification

I don't know if you will ever read this blog. Anyway if you do, this is something that I want you to read about the answer I get each time I ask myself if going to work is the right thing.

The seed cannot know what is going to happen, the seed has never known the flower. And the seed cannot even believe that he has the potentiality to become a beautiful flower. Long is the journey, and it is always safer not to go on that journey because unknown is the path, nothing is guaranteed.

Nothing can be guaranteed. Thousand and one are the hazards of the journey, many are the pitfalls - and the seed is secure, hidden inside a hard core. But the seed tries, it makes an effort; it drops the hard shell which is its security, it starts moving. Immediately the fight starts: the struggle with the soil, with the stones, with the rocks. And the seed was very hard and the sprout will be very, very soft and dangers will be many.

There was no danger for the seed, the seed could have survived for millennia, but for the sprout many are the dangers. But the sprout starts towards the unknown, towards the sun, towards the source of light, not knowing where, not knowing why. Great is the cross to be carried, but a dream possesses the seed and the seed moves.

The same is the path for man. It is arduous. Much courage will be needed.

Commentary:

This card shows a small wildflower that has met the challenge of the rocks and stones in its path to emerge into the light of day. Surrounded by an aura of bright golden light, it exposes the majesty of its tiny self. Unashamed, it is equal to the brightest sun.

When we are faced with a very difficult situation we have a choice: we can either be resentful, and try to find somebody or something to blame for the hardships, or we can face the challenge and grow.

The flower shows us the way, as its passion for life leads it out of the darkness and into the light. There is no point fighting against the challenges of life, or trying to avoid or deny them. They are there, and if the seed is to become the flower we must go through them. Be courageous enough to grow into the flower you are meant to be.

Osho's words ring so true. I thought I was imagining things the first time I got the answer. Then it kept happening each and every time. Hope you guys cooperate with gramma. It's for two-three hours and on Saturdays too. It's a big step for me. I've never really done anything compromising you two.

You both are scared of swimming. The teacher showed you bugs today, so you were excited. You've grown very thin. Really, my babies, you have changed the texture of my life- there was a picture of an albatross that moved me to crying one day, a lonely albatross chick waiting for its mother. Surely this must be the most beautiful relationship in the world, at least now.

Two weeks of school

You both have acclimatized in bits to the new hectic school life. Of course, you have trouble with the bus. It is yuk and too hot. Plus you don't eat canteen food as much. You are learning all sorts of things though and I can discern a tiny element of change.

You have become naughtier. Right now your favorite phrase is 'You will die.'When I ask what die means, you both pant and fall down.

School is good. They send topic sheets every week and a library book on weekends. You even had some homework. Colouring humpty dumpty. That was a problem for you both. I think Peanut is a leftie.

I lost my temper yesterday. I'm scared stiff of joining work and leaving you to the world for two hours. Let's see.

School days

You've been waking up at 5:55 and leaving for the school bus at seven. By the time you come home, you are puffed up with the nap-in-the-bus. Then you are full of school-conserved energy.

I get tired, waking up at five and then my ablutions and then packing you off-how will I go for work? Someone told me 'Have courage'.

I suppose with Gramma here, this might work. I won't think about it anymore. As Grampa says, Cross the bridge when it comes.'

You've learnt concepts like 'me, myself, family...' and you also have picked up some new vocabulary like: floating, activity....

All the time you want me to read to you. Or you are hanging from the sofa. Or wiping powder on the cupboard. Or running around in circles. And now you have this obsession with going downstairs for a walk. You love walking with Grampa. You show him every car and identify each one.

First day at school

When you left in the little yellow bus, I didn't realize but both of us were teary eyed.

I think you liked it; though in your usual way, you didn't really tell me much about what happened.

Growl: The bus was hot.

Funnily I was in school too, paying bills and things like that. The school was a din.

It was a hectic week- learning yoga, purchasing school stuff, anxiety attacks about going to college.....cannot live in the present the way you do!!!!!!!!!

Grampa helped label your books, water bottles, snack box.....he's the only person you don't raise your hand on.