We are born to an Expert, But as we grow we become an expert too

When you are small, as a kid you get annoyed that you are being given instructions for the smallest thing on a daily basis.

your days starts with a Alarm which is not a machine but love loaded voice of your Mom, “Beta Get up, else you ll get late for school”, how we wanted to stretch those 5 minutes every 20 minutes as if thats all we had through the night to sleep. then again comes another reminder “Have you freshen up  ? “….. and then comes “come have your breakfast, your lunch is packed and is on the table, dont miss to finish the glass of milk…… so on before we leave for school.

No one has ever told her to do all this, but she always did this religiously for years. Was she trying to develop a habbit in us that would keep us going while we move out for Studies and further for job.

Well actually yes , famously known as  “every kids first teacher “, the first expert that one gets not just to guide us but to guard us as well. & Why would it not be like that, she is the one, who is responsible for making us. She had been there for us even when we were not there, she has felt us from the inception , from that single cell to a complete baby inside her.

While we grow up with this expert who tries to inculcate all the best possible habits in us.but while we grow up there is such a role reversal that happens.

while we inherited black, long healthy hairs from our Nani & Mom. My mom was always worried that we might not opt of Hair coloring giving in to the lovely hair strikes which she has seen most of my friends endorsing. And she was cautious enough that she never thought of coloring her hair knowing the side effects which she had heard from our circle who were dying there hairs, that once you start there is no going back. the chemicals not only turns the black to grey  hairs (scientifically i have doubts ), but has a lot of side effects like hair fall, etching etc etc.

One day we planned to color her hairs in spite of all her resistance we could color her hair BLACK, though i dont remember clearly what brand we used, but the result was really impressive and mom completely loved it. Post that she had been into coloring her hairs regularly and had been experimented with a lot of brands and keeps updating us about her experience with the latest hair color she used. And every time she is narrating her expert feedback , followed by a recommendation about a new variant or brand she has tried, i would sheepishly tease her , “so now, you love coloring your hairs “.Now why i mentioned of this of all the instances we had together, is that while we always follow her instructions and go as per her guidance but as we grow , we tend to be support each other and look for opinion from each other to make a decision or reach out to a conclusions and not always these opinion are verbal most of such opinions are expressed through that blink of eye, that casual node or grin or at times a burst of laughter, But whatever may be the medium , the best part of it is that we understand it as communicated.

I am not sure how far this is true to a son but being a daughter i feel we look up to each other beyond just being mother and daughter. And while i am a dotting mother to 2 daughters i could relate to each of her acts, in a more emotional way. And would want to follow the same parenting pattern as to what she did to me….. That’s when i feel I was not just born to an expert but she has made me one too …… for my daughters and how i should bought them up.


A self proclaimed storyteller who loves food and is a health freak to the core. A person who has got a sense of humor to lighten up the most serious stuff. i love the life as it comes, planning is not my cup of tea since i am coffee lover. I brew my own jokes in all situations and love being my own audience. Happy go lucky is the attitude that i carry around. and i stay away from people who throw attitude(cant understand why they carry the weight of their attitude when all they can do is to throw it on others )

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