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A worried mom wails – DH

There’s never a dull moment at home and when there’s a flight to catch, the drama continues all the way to the airport. When DH published my article today my loved ones alternated between laughing and crying over my plight. Do click here to read the article.

Skirting matters

This article originally appeared in Sulekha

“It’s party time,” cried my three-year-old daughter Ragini as she made a beeline for her closet. This was going to be her day — the day that she had waited for all year — her best friend’s birthday! I mentally braced myself for a round of, “Mom, please can I wear this? Pleeease!” Ragini had changed her mind so many times the last week about what she was going to wear to her friend’s party that I was resigned to a long evening in front of me. I was learning the hard way that patience is the virtue that moms need the most.

When my second daughter Malini was born, everybody told me how lucky I was. “Two girls are so much easier to raise. You cannot imagine how much trouble boys are,” many of my friends gushed. I can let the secret out now — my friends were lying. My two girls, bless their hearts, are cute and endearing to one and all outside the home, but only I know the real truth. Bringing up two girls — make that two fashion conscious sub-six-year-old girls — is anything but easy. Having survived breast-feeding, potty training, and weaning, I was beginning to get a little complacent when my older daughter Ragini hit the first of her, “I-will-only-wear-_____ (fill in any article of clothing)” phases.

It began with the Prancing-Around-Naked phase. Wherever fancy struck her, be it the family room or a party at a friend’s house, off came her clothes. The shedding wouldn’t stop till she was in her birthday suit and she had drawn attention to her (lack of) clothing status in her loudest voice. I am sure much of the gray in my husband’s moustache appeared during this P-A-N phase. Just as we were getting resigned to being parents of a perpetually naked child, mercifully this phase ended.

Then it was skirts. Those were all she wore. My three-year-old had begun her Skirt Phase. In the beginning, I was only too happy that she was at least clothed! Nevertheless I was having a hard time coping with it. My angelic daughter, who had quietly worn any dress that I rummaged out of the wardrobe for her, was now very single-minded about wearing only skirts. If I didn’t give her what she wanted, she would bawl and plead alternatively until I ceded. Very soon, I found myself fighting a losing battle.

Ragini’s single-minded focus on her darn skirts, meant that all those new outfits from her doting grandparents hardly merited a glance. When my mother called me and asked if Ragini had liked the new frocks that she had sent, I had to evade her. It was easy on the phone. The frocks were gathering dust in the wardrobe. But I had not bargained for my daughter’s loud mouth. The moment my mother arrived on a visit the little imp demanded, “Grandma, I asked you for a yellow frock. Why didn’t you get me one?” While I squirmed under my mother’s disapproving look, the real culprit was grinning at us like a Cheshire cat. The Skirt Phase threatened my sanity severely.

Eventually my husband and I found ourselves adjusting and began breathing a little easy during the late Skirt Period. One fine morning soon after this our first-born declared that she only wanted to wear her swimsuit henceforth.
“Geez! I hope this dress mania isn’t catching. I’m not sure I can handle another kid going through this!” my husband snorted in disbelief.

The story does have a happy ending. While we told everyone how we had found a marvelous private school for Ragini, we were the only ones who knew that the mandatory maroon school uniform was the deciding factor!