Today, I am not going to look for a picture for my post, because I’ve got a really cute guest over from Terri’s blog. His name is Fred. Here he is and he’s looking for a party – any time, Fred!
I believed in Santa, when I was little. Like 5 years old. I seriously believed that the pillow covers I thoughtfully hung up, thinking a stocking would be too small were filled by him. Poor Mom. Santa got all the credit. Just like when a tooth fell off, and I wrapped it in paper and put it under my pillow, I believed the tooth fairy replaced it with gifts. I later realized the tooth fairy was really my Mom.
I enjoyed Christmas until I was 15 because I studied in Christian schools. I sang hymns and carols better than our own Hindu stuff and made the sign of the cross each time we entered a temple. I attended early morning mass every day during my sixth grade, because it was infinitely more peaceful at 6 am than fight over who could use the bathroom first or grab the mug of water or argue over who would make the beds. All in good fun. I had the same wonderful feeling when I visited my school in Mumbai last year. Here’s the church:
|Mount Mary’s Church, Bandra, Mumbai|
And here is the school:
|Mount Mary School, Bandra, Mumbai|
Until my fourth grade, the teachers at my school would bring Christmas cakes home. Without eggs, because we were vegetarian. Was I special, you may ask. Um…yes, I guess. But they did it out of love and the strong relationship that had developed over the years. My Mom not only went to the same school as a child but later, worked here too. My fourth grade teacher was hers, too. Later this teacher was also my guardian in my sixth grade when I studied in boarding school that year in a different city. I feel so nice to think about her. Imagine – we knew her through two generations and even after our family moved from the city, my uncles would still keep in touch with her because she became a family friend.
I am also thinking of my girlfriends who’ve been in my life for so many decades now – that’s saying a lot and I cherish the love so much. It is such a warm feeling to know that we are all accessible to each other and can just converse as though our last conversation was a few minutes ago.
This reminds me of a lovely forward I received many years ago. I’ve published it before on this blog, and I’d like to share it here again. Big hug to whoever wrote it, because it is so true and so nicely expressed and it sums up girlfriends to a G. My mother used to tell me much the same thing bless her soul.
….. I sat on the porch overlooking a beautiful mountain lake on a summer day, enjoying a glass of wine with my Mom. Older than me, mother of four, experienced and wise.
“Get yourself some girlfriends,” she advised, swirling the wine in her glass. “You are going to need girlfriends. Go places with them, do things with them.”
What a funny piece of advice, I thought.
Hadn’t I just gotten married? Hadn’t I just joined the couple-world? I was a married woman, for goodness sake, not a young girl who needed girlfriends. But I listened to my Mom and I got back in touch with my old girlfriends of years long gone. As the years tumbled by, one after another, gradually I came to understand that
Mom knew what she was talking about.
Here is what I know about them:
Girlfriends bring casseroles and scrub your bathroom when you are sick.
Girlfriends keep your children and keep your secrets.
Girlfriends give advice when you ask for it.
Sometimes you take it, sometimes you don’t.
Girlfriends don’t always tell you that you’re right, but they’re usually honest.
Girlfriends still love you, even when they don’t agree with your choices.
Girlfriends might send you a birthday card, but they might not. It does not matter in the least.
Girlfriends laugh with you, and you don’t need canned jokes to start the laughter.
Girlfriends pull you out of jams.
Girlfriends don’t keep a calendar that lets them know who hosted the other last.
Girlfriends will give a party for your son or daughter when they get married or have a baby, in whichever order that comes!
And girlfriends are there for you, in an instant and truly, when the hard times come.
Girlfriends listen when you lose a job or a husband.
Girlfriends listen when your children break your heart.
Girlfriends listen when your parents minds and bodies fail.
My girlfriends bless my life. Once we were young, with no idea of the incredible joys or the incredible sorrows that lay ahead. Nor did we know how much we would need each
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
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