Thursday, February 11, 2010

Of cute girls, and tough career choices...

What do you do when your child refuses to stay put... and enjoy the bliss of being a child while it lasts? Nothing, I guess. You just go along the flow and let the monologues surprise you time and again. So today my daughter's semi-monologue revolved around career planning.

God, was I was taken aback at the complexity of her thoughts, the intricacies of her mind, and the dilemma(s) of a seven-year-old career planner. Soon I realized that cute little girls too have it tough when it comes to careers.

According to S, she has three very difficult choices to make - as far as her career goes - besides the two other choices her teacher forced all the girls in the class to think about. Okay, let's start with the teacher's choices -- my daughter's question literally pulled me out of my reverie! Talk of gender equality in this land!!

S: Amma, can girls also become doctors?

Me: Of course yes, Why not?

S: My teacher asked us to write in our book 'I want to become a nurse when I grow up and she said boys can choose between a soldier and a doctor.'

Me: (Oh wow! Isn't my daughter lucky to have a teacher who thinks she should become a nurse?) Everybody can become whatever they want beta! You can become a doctor, or you can even become a soldier if you like.

S looks like she's lost in deep thought for a while before she answers, 'but I don't want to become a doctor. I still wrote in my notebook that I want to become a doctor so that I can save people's lives'.

Me: Wow, that's nice...

S: But amma, I don't want to become a doctor. Can I become a singer?

Me: (Hmmmm) Yes, I guess you can.

S: Amma, can I become a dancer also?

Me: (Hmph! I hate TV and reality shows) Why not?

S: But I want to become an oceanographer and go into the sea. Can I become all three?

Me: Maybe you can if you... (was about to start a lecture on how she should concentrate on her studies, study well and more, and watch less TV, etc.)

My smart daughter sensed the impending ordeal I'm about to put her through and quickly blurted out the problems she foresees with her choices.

S: Amma, it's so difficult if I've to learn all the three no!

Me: Not really. You can sing anytime - all your life even while bathing, cooking, sitting, standing, walking... (hiding my sheepish smiles) probably you can dance under water when you become an oceanographer!

S: But amma, it'll be difficult no... I've to teach some students music, I've to teach some other students dance... then I've to go to the beach to go into the ocean. And I've to go there on time because they'll keep asking me to come fast, everybody will be waiting for me - even TV people - because I've to go inside water with a mike and speak, then they'll record it and show on Animal Planet! How can I go everywhere on time - I have to first learn to get up on time and do things faster.. oh my God how will I do so many things!!

Now you see, the real problems of cute little girls! Looks like they certainly have more problems on hand than most adults do... May God give all little princesses some peace of mind and strength so they can plan their careers smart, and well ahead in life!

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

My little princess is growing up...

It's been ages since I heard Slipping through my fingers (Abba) but I was suddenly reminded of this song when my daughter and I were enjoying a quiet dinner just a few minutes ago. Reason? The conversation we had or rather my daughter's ability to surprise me with her observations via her monologue.

And thus went our short-and-sweet conversation:

S: Amma, can I ask you one thing?
Me: Hmmm...
S: I've observed one thing about you... actually I've observed three things.
Me: (quietly raised my eyebrows while taking another bite of my dinner).
S: (lists out her three observations):
  1. You don't make noise while chewing... which I can't do.
  2. You eat very fast.
  3. You don't talk much while eating...
Me: (my head reeling, 'Oh my God, what's with this girl?')
S: That is correct no...
Me: (done with my dinner, went to leave the plate in the sink and wash my hand)
S: Amma, can you teach me how to eat fast?
Me: (silent)
S: Amma, also when you're telling me how to chew without making noise, I'm not able to do it properly...
Me: (silent still)
S: And will you please tell me how to keep quiet? I am always talking and I don't keep quiet even for a minute.
Me: (just kept gaping at the little girl wide-eyed)
S: Amma, can you please talk to me while eating - means you just keep talking very fast and keep asking me questions. You ask one question after the other so I'll not be able to talk and I'll learn to keep quiet.
Me: (Still thinking in my head "Is this my daughter? I think I'm insane or she is more than mature for her age") Time to sleep beta, let's go!

She has not only pinpointed the problem at hand, but has also offered me a solution - all in a span of 3 minutes!!!

Slipping through my fingers... Really! Sigh!