I had been contemplating for a while some way out to get 2-3 hours of free-time, which I can invest on myself. This time can be devoted to any other activity – like visiting a beauty-parlour (for pampering our body) to writing a blog (for pampering our brain). So I thought of sending my daughter to a play-way school, which is very nearby (when I say nearby, it means I just have to press the 1st floor button of the lift from the 6th floor, where I reside in). So, I discussed this with my husband. He was not very impressed or you can say convinced with the idea. He said, “She is very little”, “let her enjoy her childhood”. In my mind, I thought- I am sending her to just PLAY (school) and that too only for 2-3 hours. What’s the big deal about it? So, I talked further, justifying how she and eventually we both (me and my daughter) will benefit by sending her to play-school. After lot of convincing and explaining, my husband as always agreed with my decision.
Then here come my parents and parents-in-law in picture. I told my mother-in-law that I want to send her to play-way school. Her reaction as usual was neutral (but I knew she wasn’t happy with the idea). She is kind of a mother-in-law, who never interferes in my life; believes in keeping across her points in a way which doesn’t hit my ego and ideas. She believes in ‘live and let live’ theory. After sometime, she told my father-in-law about this, and he in seconds replied saying- “Nahi abhi bahut choti hai, abhi nahi karana school mein admission” (my all plans shattered then and there). Going against my father-in-law’s opinions means upsetting his mood and showing disrespect towards him. I asked my MIL, why did you tell him about this, when you knew he would not agree to this, now. She said, “Let the right time come, then we’ll see”. After this incident, I shut my mouth and mind off this topic for few days. I tried finding alternatives for some alone time but nothing worked so again I thought of sending her to play-school. I discussed this with my parents (they both were totally against this idea) and finally with my younger sister (she’s also a mommy to a 10-month old boy and fully understands my pains as we both are travelling in the same boat). She instantly said ‘Yes’. She said, “Di, there’s no harm in sending her there for two-to-three hours. She will also meet new people and learn new things. At least, you are not sending her to daycare for a full-time job. These two-three hours would harm no one; rather you both will get some time off from each other, which is good for both of you. I gained some more confidence about my decision.
Then I had a word with other mommies and asked them what age did you send your child to play-school. One said when he was 1.4 months old, the other said when she was 2.4 years old, and some other said when she became 3+ years. Now I got the answer!
“There is no perfect age for introducing your kid to the outer world”. It all depends on the circumstances and your inner-gut feeling. It’s only you who can decide what’s best for your baby (and also for you). You are her principal care-taker; believe me no other person except the mother can decide what’s right for the baby. Let no one else’s opinion decide what is right for your baby. Listen to everyone, assimilate what do you think matters and is right for you and your baby; rest should be thrown in the bin. Never put your perspective and thinking take the backseat. You are the mother of the child and your opinion matters the most when it comes to her.
After all the discussions and contemplation, my husband and I went to the school, signed the admission form and did all the preparation for her D-day. Then, on 1st August, my daughter, my husband, my cook-aunty and I, we all together marched towards her school. Shona (my daughter) was unsure where she’s going to be for the next few hours; she was quite excited to see everything new (from dress to bottle to snack-box). We reached the first-floor, rang the bell and a dark lady opened the door with a big smile on her face and then we gave our heart in her hands. As soon as we bid bye to her, she started crying and screaming (my heart sank and I looked at my husband). This was the first time, when we were leaving her with a stranger. She was all puzzled why mama and papa were leaving me with this complete stranger. But we smiled and bid bye to her and came back. I could hear her screams on my way back to home but I made myself strong and reminded myself that “Neha, it’s what you wanted, so calm down and make the best use of this free-time”.
So, I recollected myself and started thinking what that one thing is, I desperately wanted to do in my “ME-time”. And you know what I ended up doing that day? – I took my laptop and watched all the old videos of my daughter. 🙂
We mothers are like that only. Aren’t we?
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