Mums know best

Dear All

There are no other words than those of my sincere apology to any and all of you who seldom check in here to see what the weirdest species of this planet are up to. There is no other reason for our absence than a simple "just didn't have time" excuse. I know how you must feel. It must be the same feeling that I get when I hear Lalita's answering machine say to me "I am not really in the mood of picking the phone even though I am sitting 5 steps away from it, so leave a message after the tone. Or not, I don't really care" or something along those lines.

So are we now going to be one of those couples who fight and then one of them acts like nothing has happened and go on living like usual, hoping that the other will come around too ? As annoying as that must be, I'll do just the same. Ignorance is bliss !!

We are currently on our second work placements and I am working at a special needs school. I work with some of the most beautiful children and some of the warmest hearts to have been blessed to this world. It wasn't the most ideal place in accordance to my aspirations but I am very glad I ended up here. It has been my honour to see this world in a different light and to realise that love needs no words for its introduction. It is purely in the act, the smile and the way you look at someone. There are angels on this earth in every corner but we are made not to see them. Our loss.

I have been swarmed by extra stress recently which gives me a water-tight alibi that I have not been up to my dark lord-ly ways (I am afraid I am losing my touch). With all my due busyness, I felt that I had to write this blog post today. My mum has left this snow cold city for our warm hometown glory, for three weeks. When she left, I thought to myself "How bad could it be ? ". Turns out very. I am now in charge of everything from waking up on my own to not only feeding myself but also my sisters and my dad. I could almost write a book about my hardships faced in my first week (so 3 books by the end of 3 weeks) but doing that would mean that I had time to breath, which I didn't. Not until now I haven't. The worst part is that I am not even at the liberty to complain about the matter because my mother, that petite little thing with an un diagnosed border line OCD of cleanliness does all of these things all day every day 365 days of the year. I don't think I can actually do this any longer than I am required to do. I have almost started to lose my temper which I have been sworn (on the life of harry potter) to keep under control (we're only into our first week of this un-voluntary social experiment).
The evenings are lonely and the TV is boring without her. No one sings to the theme music of The Secret Circle or suggests that they should put that on before and after every advert break. I have reached the conclusion that mums have special super powers like Clark Kent (because that's the only explanation)
So don't under estimate the power of mums because even with all the crap she gets from everyone at home, she still smiles for you when you want and makes you feel warm no matter how cold it is outside. Most of all she is the very best you've got.

“Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together.”

With love
Emily xx

The art of letting go

When we started keeping this blog we didn't take an oath to write utterly pointless but bizarrely interesting stories about our daily lives, it just happened and there is no real reason why we never talk about serious stuff. There has been numerous times when I (Emily Lake! who else) was feeling below-recommended-excitement-level and was tempted to pollute this wonderful land of happy (crazy) bunnies but I realised that pollution is bad and bunnies are nice (except the one that bite you. Do they bite? I always have this fear that they will bite me. ). However today I feel like we should establish a new milestone in our crazy writer-crazy reader relationship. You'll probably laugh at this but hey! that's what you usually do when you read this blog anyway

So I recently lost my ring ( A real DIAMOND ring.) It was my grandmother's, it was older than I am. Almost double the age and plus some more years. It was her first ever ring and it was my mother's first ever ring and so it was my first ever too. But now I have lost it in the most unfortunate way and have taken away the happiness of the next generation. They will have scarred lives and traumatic childhoods because I lost the family ring. OK maybe it wont be this melancholic but it surely feels like this now. It just disappeared without saying goodbye or letting me know that it's parting ways. Maybe I wasn't a good enough owner or maybe (as Lalita suggests) it has embarked on a adventurous journey of self discovery and will return in about 2 weeks. But I am scared for it and sad. I feel like there should be background music and sad song in this situation like "all by myself" playing somewhere. Oh wait till it comes back, it will be in so much trouble

I haven't coped well with the loss. the ring wasn't very expensive but the sentimental value was humongous, well 45 years worth. Who can out do that ? I looked every where and asked every one but to no avail. I cried for 4 days (including today is 5) and stopped wearing make up( I am in mourning). Some people might think that this behaviour is immoderate and I would think so too when I look over this time in a few years (may be). The point is that some of us aren't the " what's done is done" or the " No point of worrying about it now" types and that's fine. My mother said to me just yesterday " just how will you cope with the loss of a human being if you are reacting like this to a loss of an object " (She is sad its gone but apparently not sad as me). I miss all the times I wore it and thought it made my fingers look longer. I am more sad about losing my grandma's ring than losing A ring.

Everyone registers things differently. So if you are the type who takes everything to heart then fine, do everything you want to do to make the time pass. Cry over things without thinking if they are too small or too big because it doesn't matter, You don't want to have mid life crises due to some repressed memory of losing your teddy bear or blanky. Trust me, I am a psychologist in making. And if you have friends as crazy as mine then they will cry with you, try to make you laugh using weird tactics or even help you find your ring in the dangerous and spiky bushes. And if you still don't find it then, well then the higher powers have higher plans that you are not supposed to know about.

without making this any longer than this has already become

“Change is never easy, you fight to hold on, and you fight to let go.” – The Wonder Years


Emily xx


p.s. um, I ...Shoot, there was something important but I can't remember now