After school, everyday of the week

School is over and we get home in the heat that I don’t remember particularly well. The boys talk, I listen, and as we pull up in their car I look at you. You are at the door. Somehow you were always there, waiting for us. I get out and am happy to be home. After washing away the sticky-sweaty day of children, we eat the yummy things you made for us. You always made it fun with your silly accents, and as we played with our food I was happy.

We were never messy, just silly, the lot of us. Serving ourselves, acting grown-up. How badly I wanted to be grown-up back then, driving that car like your best friend. Her Reva was a fantasy for me, somehow that has stayed with me, from age 8 to 18, it was a toy I longed for.

I think back, I remember the macaroni, the little samosas, the bakes, the meals you made so lovingly. What I remember more was the time you spent with us. The games we played. The kids’ shows you sat through. The art projects we embarked on. The visits to the park. The train journeys we spent hours of our lives on. The pooris we made together. The stories you read us. All the times you listened when I came home sad, the way you didn’t make my problems small. I remember those days.

It seems so long ago. Our roles have shifted. We talk to each other about our days, it is different. My thoughts are my own. You share more, I share less, but the balance has worked itself out. I am not a child, but I am your child. I cannot and do not want to forget that, even though you make me want to sometimes.

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Swearing, it’s not just a phase in childhood

Some people take the view that swearing is a phase that all children go through, and I was certainly an example of this. I won’t go into the specifics but I will say that I had a problem when I was a kid. 

But what makes swearing so attractive to kids? I think it is all about the taboo of it, I mean it isn’t like children know the meaning of what they are saying and they might stop if they did. For instance, when I reached a certain age, I learned the meaning of some of the swear words I was using and I went into a state where I didn’t use any words harsher than stupid or idiot. 

This worked out fine for me, because I think I have an attitude towards swearing that is not interfering in my life. I swear when I want to, but only in appropriate situations, and I love the idea of creating new swear words. I do that sometimes, and I applaud those who do, because using those words relieves pretty much the same amount of stress or anger, and also makes me smile, since the words are often ridiculous. 

I saw a post recently from one of the blogs I follow (Publikworks), and this inspired me to write about my own experiences with swearing. By using the same old four or five letter words,etc, we are being banal, irreverent and just really really silly. I totally agree with this, and I think we should all try to spice up our language with a few choice words that no one has ever heard before, or at least use some of those  insults we learned from random looks at dictionaries (am I the only one who does that?).

Let there be a new phrase to describe amazing swearing skills-“Hey, you swear like a really well-versed and intelligent sailor!” So get out your inventive side, and the next time you stub your toe, or get angry while driving, use barnaclebrainedtomato or purpleheadedlizard instead of  a#$%#%e!