#TBT
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*As long as I’m living… my baby you’ll be
A few days ago, I was trying to find a picture of my mother and myself, and as always with pictures, it took me for a walk, way down nostalgia lane. I can spend hours there, rambling through long-forgotten memories… wistfully remembering times that went by far too soon! With all the pictures and albums on the floor around me, I came across one of Becca holding Sol, our first grandchild, with me sitting beside her. It was labelled, “Two mothers and two babies.” Two babies? I had to look again. Yes. There were actually TWO babies in that picture. And that thought triggered a memory, from 36+ years ago……
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Out of the mouth of babes…
I used to journal a lot, and the joy I find in journaling is being able to go back in time… before the Instagram and Facebook era. This happened about 31 years ago… when our oldest daughter Becca was about 4 years old, and we had moved to Sharjah, an emirate of the UAE. We lived in a small apartment building next to the souq (a market place lined with beautiful small shops and restaurants), in a town called Rolla, and Becca was ecstatic to find that the apartment next to us had twins her age – twin girls named Ammu & Binu. The three of them soon became inseparable…
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Is age just a number?
Now we have lots of family birthdays (including mine) in the first 7 months of the year, and this was the conversation between GS#1, GS#3, Abi & I, around this time, last year. GS#3: I’m a big boy. I’m 4 years old already. GS#1: I’m ‘bigger’ that you. I’m 6 years old. But you are ‘bigger’ than me, right Abi? How old are you? Abi: Guess. So the boys counted all the way from 6 to 22, to cries of well done & great! And then came the inevitable question: How old are you Gaga? Me: Guess (waiting in anticipation for the long count…) GS#3 (with no hesitation at all):…
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Daughter #3
It was sometime during the Fall of 2018, when Abi, our youngest, who lived on campus, and studied at the university where I worked, decided that she needed a haircut. And this text exchange happened, in the middle of a hectic work day for me. Abi: I’m not going in to class today. Can I borrow your car? I need a haircut asap. Me: I don’t have my car today. I have *dad’s BMW. Abi: Ugghh! Tomorrow?Me: I’m off tomorrow. I really don’t have time for this. Can’t you go next week when I have my car? Abi: Oof! You’re literally ruining my life!!Me: You know, no one’s died ‘coz…