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From Tiny to 'TWEENY'

So, the phase before the 'Teens' apparently is not 'PRE-TEENS' anymore. It's called the 'TWEENS', corrected by my 9 and a half-year-old, authoritatively.

My my, today, I don't understand which phase of motherhood was tougher. Apparently, it's only going to get worse it seems, as one of my friends who has an 11-year-old boy, tells me reassuringly. I hated the confidence in her tone, and I even told her that. I was probably, expecting her to smooth-en the wrinkles on my forehead with statements like "Oh don't worry, he will be fine when he is 10", but no. The lines increased.

Every day, every morning, noon, night I only hear "I am a BIG boy now". There is sulking, loads of it, lots of drama. My son and I have catfights now. My husband poor fellow has turned into an Umpire/peacemaker. Always trying to make us come to a common ground.

He wants to do everything. He wants to butt into an adult conversation, as he has something to say. There is always an opinion, which obviously comes from the download of information that he gets from books, tv, smarty friends, etc...

There is not a single conversation that does not have a 'but' to it. The good part that I have noticed about this stage is, (See there's always a silver lining ;)) that now when he steps out to play or cycle, he is able to hold his own forte^. He gives equally smart answers to anyone who tries to outsmart him or bully him. He has become more independent now. He has developed a taste in food, now is willing to try more dishes and experiment with flavours. So, the fuss over food has drastically come down. The animated movies are gradually changing into movies with a message, like few days ago, he came and told me he wants to watch 'Iqbal' a movie about a deaf and mute boy who aspires to be a cricketer. He also has lined up few movies like that.

There's a sudden desire to visit museums. The taste in music is developing.

As I sit back with my healthy green tea, I am of course smiling. Smiling at the positive developments. And bracing myself for yet another drama in the afternoon.

From 'TINY' to 'TWEENY' I have completed a phase of Motherhood. I can only say, BRING IT ON!!

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