Then And Now: Karma Is A Patient Angel


She was barely a year and a half old.  Talked in complete sentences.  All she needed was a pair of willing functional ears.  Didn’t matter if she knew the person or not.  This child knew no strangers. A family friend nicknamed her “maathin malli” – apparently means a gabby jasmine flower in Kannada.  I remember a saturday when we had someone working in our house, changing the carpet in the family room.   Of course, my little chatterbox saw fresh, unmined audience and was “chatting” him up.  So much so that after an hour or so, the poor guy begged us to take her away so he could finish the work.


She texts her brother about this 6 year old she is babysitting. He talks a lot, apparently.  How annoying!  So much that he asked her to turn off her radio so  he could talk.

Ah sweet Karma.  Forgive me for ever doubting you.  My faith has been restored!


Then And Now

Then, she was a normal teen.  Sleeping in till noon, didn’t know where anything was in the kitchen (for that matter, anywhere in the house), spirited arguments with mom.  Both my kids at one point believed I was the evil incarnate, and took to referring to me as satan, and Damien (after the evil child in the Omen series).  She recently told me “by the way, I still have your caller id saved as Damien in my cell”.  I seriously wondered how this child would ever survive in the real world.

Well, last week proved that not only she would, but would make us proud doing so.

I’m talking about my daughter, who is a 3rd year student in college.  She called my husband last week to tell him that she had just spent the entire afternoon weeding, cleaning up and planting grass and vegetables in the tiny yard she and her roommates share in the house they rent.   And she didn’t stop there.  She went on to tell him that she only knew how to do any of that because he had “made” her work in our yard.  Oh…you should have seen Raj’s face.  Bursting with pride.  Speechless with emotion.

And, since she was planning on a long 5 hour car trip during the weekend to see her high school friends, she took the car to the dealer, and had them check it out.  Unprompted.  Without us nagging.

Small, but absolutely satiffying returns on 20 years of hard parenting.

So, parents of teens who think they would never again be on speaking terms with their children, take heart.  There is light at the end of this long tunnel.

PS. I was mildly amused when she called me the next day and said “Oh I’m so glad it’s pouring here – I don’t have to water my plants.”  And had the grace to laugh at herself when I said the rain was probably washing away all the seeds she had painstakingly planted.

To my baby who’s growing up.