Monday, September 15, 2014

Back to Music and Love

As I am writing this post, I am listening to Dolly Parton’s song, ‘Coat of many colors’ (Lyrics at the end, so you know what I am talking about). And I must admit, though I’m not in the right place to cry, tears are streaming down my cheeks. First it is her voice. Second, it is her expression and looks that twitch your heart in the right place with what she is saying in her song. Third, it is the song itself – the lyrics. As I listen to this song, I am taken back to my childhood as well. And I believe that as she wrote this song, she surely did have very strong, vivid memories of how she grew up, just as my memories are running through my mind at this moment.


There is something really, really human about her. I know everyone is beautiful in her own ways. Each individual has a talent. But Dolly? When she sings, she takes you to a totally different place. I must tell you, I am back to music and love. As I listen to music like hers, love simmers through my heart and out – and I feel like I could love everyone just the same and not have even a tiny bit of jealousy. Yes, I am back to having this fluffy feeling of love running in my heart and I feel like I’ll be back to writing love stories.




Lyrics (source: http://www.azlyrics.com/):

Back through the years
I go wonderin' once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my momma put the rags to use
There were rags of many colors
Every piece was small
And I didn't have a coat
And it was way down in the fog
Momma sewed the rags together
Sewin' every piece with love
She made my coat of many colors
That I was so proud of
As she sewed, she told a story
From the bible, she had read
About a coat of many colors
Joseph wore and then she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you
Good luck and happiness
And I just couldn't wait to wear it
And momma blessed it with a kiss

My coat of many colors
That my momma made for me
Made only from rags
But I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money
I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

So with patches on my britches
Holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colors
I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing
And making fun of me
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me

And oh I couldn't understand it
For I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love
My momma sewed in every stitch
And I told 'em all the story
Momma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colors
Was worth more than all their clothes

But they didn't understand it
And I tried to make them see
That one is only poor
Only if they choose to be
Now I know we had no money
But I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colors
My momma made for me
Made just for me

Monday, August 25, 2014

Dechen in K2

Dechen was in K2, Kuensel on August 2, where daycare centres and early childhood development was covered. I just thought putting about it here would help me keep record about it.

So bogged down to add anything more at the moment. I can only say that I am a proud mother.


Thursday, August 21, 2014

Valuing a Friend

My friend Karma’s daughter Jangdren, who goes to Tiny Toes Daycare Centre with my daughter Dechen fell down in the bathroom and hurt her forehead. When the carers called her mother, they informed her that it was a small cut and she need not worry. When she picked her up and got home, she took off the bandaid because of the unease she felt. She couldn’t trust the words of the carers. She was shocked to find that it was a deep cut. It needed two stitches at the Emergency department of  JDWNRH.

But my point is not this. Dechen went to school and Jangdren had been missing from school for nearly the whole week. On Tuesday, when she got home, she told me, ‘Jangdren charo mawa, sad sad riwa’. She meant to tell me that because her friend Jangdren wasn’t there, she was sad. So when we went to school the next day, I told her that she would have come too. Until her remarks, I didn’t know why she literally ran inside the school corridor. It has shoe racks on both sides of the wall, with names and pictures (balloon for Jangdren and helicopter for Dechen) clearly indicating where their shoes should be kept. She eyed the place for Jangdren and said, ‘Jangdren mang pha la’, with her voice dropping in sadness. Of course I know that we build friendship from as young as them but to witness the hollow feeling they get without each other, the way they enjoy each other’s company and the feeling of missing someone dear – the pang of it all hit me and felt for them. And yesterday, when she got home, she happily told me that Jangdren had come to school! I shared the joy with the excitement she felt in getting her friend back, her wound having fully recovered.


I’m glad that I could write about their friendship in August, a month during which a friendship day is celebrated. Though, this is not an elaborate article, I would want them to read it when they have grown up to know that they have been friends since they were 3. I wish that, just as their parents, their friendship will grow and see them through their lives.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Conversation with my daughter

Dechen, my three and half year old daughter and I talk so many things – in fact almost everything on earth.

I must have intended to write something a month back. I had begun this first sentence and left there. I’m here today to write about how children’s brain works – fascinated and curious all the time. It is usually at night when we are going to bed that we talk very, very intimately and it is inconvenient for me to write about what we discuss then. Later, the mood to write about it disappears, or something else that takes my attention always comes up.

On Friday, I heard the news that a person I know from my college lost her mother and my husband and I were discussing to go to her house to pay condolences. I had to explain to my daughter that someone had passed away and I needed to go to pay condolences (Abi thur eie awa la dang, mummy de le khe le la nadu?). Her question was, ‘Hang ten eie awa? Ebi gi eie awa? (How did she die? Who ‘killed’ her?). I cannot explain death to her in detail, so I told her that it was Drenakchung (the Dark Demon that takes away people after death if they had not lived righteously). Then she had series of questions of how.
There was another moment we discussed death. We were watching the movie, ‘UP’ and suddenly she realized that the actor there was alone and his wife was no longer with him. She asked, ‘Roka charo abi oya?’ (Where is his grandma friend?) That time, I told her that she went to another place. Then she wanted to know what that another place was like and so many other things. Questions go on…forever. But I am glad that for now, I am there to answer her. Sometimes I have to tell her that I don’t know the answer. And I am glad too that it doesn’t disappoint her.

Yesterday we went to Paro to listen to teaching from one of the Buddhist masters. She put on sandals (tok tok slippers in her words) against my advice and again once we were there, she played in the stream with her slippers on. And just as I warned, her slippers stripped off. She bugged me throughout the journey back home to buy her similar sandals of blue color. I explained that I did not have money. This morning, when I went to the ATM to withdraw money, she remarked, ‘Mummy ma se wa, tiru ma wa yek chowa la. Tiru la mai.’ (Mummy didn’t know that she had money but she does have it). We speak up something and it sparks up her curiosity and from there on, the conversation goes on and on.


Anyway, this is just a small record of what is happening in my life. Mothers will know how exciting it is to have their little one nudge them every now and then and let their head spin equally. I’m blessed.

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Darling, I am sorry

I just got to my office and I am still feeling a bit restless, a kind of a feeling you get when you have forgotten something important or when you have done something wrong. My three-year-old daughter has been unwell. For two nights she couldn’t sleep well because her body temperature was very high. We monitored it in all possible ways we knew. She got better after two days but she is still not in her best health – a bit of loose motion and lack of appetite. She is fussier than her usual self and that is getting on our nerves, her father and me.

We try our best. We love her, no doubt. Yet, there are times when we do not know how best to calm her down. For example, this morning, she didn’t want to brush her teeth. She didn’t want to take bath either. So, we said, that is okay. We will let her be. She didn’t want to eat anything except Chocos. We said okay to that too, because it is better for her to eat something than nothing at all. I tell you, she doesn’t eat much. May be she eats 5 spoons of it. But she wanted her bowl full. Fine, we yielded to that too, but by then the fuss got way too much that she was crying, and her father spanked her. I do not blame him for this – despite our knowledge that it is not the best way to bring up a child, there is nothing we can do. Can we ignore her till her fuss fades away? It does not happen fast enough and we are all in time constraint (how I wish I had the luxury to resign and be a full time mother). And yet, my mother complains that I am pampering her too much.  She says this for my sake actually; she thinks I am having a hard time because of a cranky child. But honestly, it is not what defines her. She is more beautiful and adorable than that. I think humans have the nature of clinging on the un-important and the bad traits of others. She is soft spoken and loving in nature – just that she throws a fit of temper in between. But who doesn’t?

So here I am just now, writing this down before I catch hold of other works to apologize – more to myself in fact. I must feel that I am forgiven or else, I will not feel better.

Darling, I am sorry. I am sure you dad is too. We love you. You must know that it is especially when we are getting late for our work and you make a fuss of getting ready for school that we lose our cool. I know you will have grown up before we have known how time passed. And by then, we would look back and wish you were still a baby. But we will love you the same. Sweetheart, you must know that we are doing our best and we lose patience sometimes and that it is natural. You must grow up to be a sensible girl and you can’t brag for every small thing. Darling, you gotta know that the world does not shape every little thing the way you want. This will dishearten you, but that is the way it is.

I am sorry anyway for losing patience knowing that you are not well. Next time you are fussy, we will try our best to calm you down in a better way. For today, I am sorry and I will say sorry a thousand times, if I have to.






Happy daughter's week. As long as we are together, we will always be smiling.