This morning, the colors of our garden seem brighter than ever. The scene is straight out of a photoshoot for Vogue. Vivid, lush greens, heady violets, the startling blue sky, the sun dappled street, the pleasantly cool morning - heaven itself. My senses have been awakened and primed. A little too much perhaps. Why, I even imagined stunning birds fly up from the bushes and into the trees in this Eden, violins playing in the background, the breeze lifting my hair in the most flattering way. No, I'm not on drugs...although I very well could be, given my delirium.
These, my friends, are the symptoms of a parent giving thanks to the Lord upon the departure of his/her child off on the adventure that is the first day of school. To know that you will be, for the first time in 2 months, savoring your solitude for a full 5 hours, and to be able to stand straight and wave serenely to a cheerfully chugging yellow school bus despite the full comprehension of this fact (appearances must be kept up, after all) is a feat not unlike the swan's regal bearing as it paddles furiously underwater. My little mite and I regally waved the Singapore Singaaran off to a great start in Grade 1, before turning around and walking earnestly into the glass storm door in a reverie.
For most of the summer, this is what I descended down to by the end of the day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJMI4rE-WHs ('Clean up this mess!' clip, from 'Mommie Dearest'). So you see, really, I have no control over these psychosomatic reactions.
Last night, celebrations were in full swing as I did a jig - Gangnam style - by my elder son's bedside - "Yay, He's off to school! He's off to school! He's off to school!" Of course, he refused to join in prancing around with his crazy mother, choosing instead to bury his nose and giggling into the Amar Chitra Kathas his Dad had lugged home from India. Tales from the Jataka or something to that effect, if I remember correctly. Hmm, an Indian fable is never amiss at such times, my boy.
Anyways, I'll admit I felt a pang as he happily skipped away. Now, to get the other one - my American - up and running - while I'm pumped up on Psy's anthem.
I'll leave you with 'Gangnam Style' - his refreshingly irreverent Korean rap video that has been infecting all of South East Asia (and the world, probably, who knows? 100 million hits so far on youtube). It was heartening to see that there still exist people who don't take themselves too seriously, and who don't mind making perfect asses of themselves. Am especially fond of the chap who beams and wags his hips at us inside the elevator as if to say, "I don't give a fig!" (No, really, that is what I wanted to say). Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0
These, my friends, are the symptoms of a parent giving thanks to the Lord upon the departure of his/her child off on the adventure that is the first day of school. To know that you will be, for the first time in 2 months, savoring your solitude for a full 5 hours, and to be able to stand straight and wave serenely to a cheerfully chugging yellow school bus despite the full comprehension of this fact (appearances must be kept up, after all) is a feat not unlike the swan's regal bearing as it paddles furiously underwater. My little mite and I regally waved the Singapore Singaaran off to a great start in Grade 1, before turning around and walking earnestly into the glass storm door in a reverie.
For most of the summer, this is what I descended down to by the end of the day: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZJMI4rE-WHs ('Clean up this mess!' clip, from 'Mommie Dearest'). So you see, really, I have no control over these psychosomatic reactions.
Last night, celebrations were in full swing as I did a jig - Gangnam style - by my elder son's bedside - "Yay, He's off to school! He's off to school! He's off to school!" Of course, he refused to join in prancing around with his crazy mother, choosing instead to bury his nose and giggling into the Amar Chitra Kathas his Dad had lugged home from India. Tales from the Jataka or something to that effect, if I remember correctly. Hmm, an Indian fable is never amiss at such times, my boy.
Anyways, I'll admit I felt a pang as he happily skipped away. Now, to get the other one - my American - up and running - while I'm pumped up on Psy's anthem.
I'll leave you with 'Gangnam Style' - his refreshingly irreverent Korean rap video that has been infecting all of South East Asia (and the world, probably, who knows? 100 million hits so far on youtube). It was heartening to see that there still exist people who don't take themselves too seriously, and who don't mind making perfect asses of themselves. Am especially fond of the chap who beams and wags his hips at us inside the elevator as if to say, "I don't give a fig!" (No, really, that is what I wanted to say). Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9bZkp7q19f0
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