Every mother’s Krishna

Like most pregnant women, I would spend a few seconds more than usual, stopping and staring at pictures of cherubic babies and toddlers, picking qualities that I would want to see in my own. Then, one day, driven by the nesting instinct, I was clearing up and generally de-cluttering in order to make space for the impending arrival when I happened to find a gemstone painting of a baby Krishna. I’m not the kind of person that likes to put up religious art, so this painting (must have been a gift from someone at our wedding) was pushed back in the deep recesses of a cupboard that we never open.

When I opened the unfamiliar box and pulled out the painting, my body was shocked into a feeling it had never felt before. Like a newly turned teenager suddenly finding a nude photograph in a seemingly neutral magazine. It stopped me in my tracks. And although I am usually unaffected by figurines and depictions of gods and goddesses, I found myself looking at this angelic face of a blue-skinned cherub with curly hair and excessively red lips with a yearning that I cannot explain. The painting had the usual suspects—a pot of toppled over buttermilk, messy hands, a naughty smile, and a visually annoyed Yashoda. Instantly, I knew I wanted a kid like that. Lateral, adorable, and slightly mad.

This morning, as I slid a knob of freshly made butter in Avanee’s mouth (go ahead, judge me; I still think home-made butter and ghee is good for growing children), I realized that the powers that be have granted me my wish. Sometimes I wonder if she’s too far ahead (or too far behind) children her age. But then, all mothers do. There are days when her unending energy and strange new ideas leave me zapped of any urge to move or react in any way. And there are days when she surprises me with her tenderness and quick thinking. (Remember this?)

I guess every mother yearns for a Krishna of her own, and every mother gets a Krishna of her own.

Comments (8)

  1. Rhea Mitra Dalal February 16, 2012 at 3:54 am

    🙂
    warm fuzzy feeling every time I read about you and your little Krishna…

  2. Anonymous February 16, 2012 at 5:22 am

    🙂 I Love ur lil' Krishna! Avanee's pics on ur blog always cheer me up and make me want to extend my hands into the monitor and give her one big bear hug and lots of kisses! She's simply adorable!

    And what a beautiful post…u are so amazing with words, how do you manage to give a warm-cosy-comforty yet realistic and such a genuine feeling (see I don't even have a word to describe it…its that difficult for me) in your posts. A big bear hug to you too! 🙂 And freshly churned butter is good for an active kid, no second thoughts on that…ur a great mom!

    – Priti

  3. chinmayie @ love food eat February 16, 2012 at 9:08 am

    Beautiful post once again Saee! I completely agree with you. These days I see the grown up Alaru (she will be 3 this April) and wonder how it all happened so quickly! I remember worrying about everything little thing when she was a baby and today looking at her I am so happy that she is growing up to be a wonderful little girl 🙂

  4. kangna February 18, 2012 at 9:17 pm

    hi Saee!!!am expectin my lil Krishna nxt mnth!Wud hav loved to c yur pot of butter nxt to her as well 🙂

  5. Poornima Nair February 28, 2012 at 6:20 am

    Hi Saee, this is such a lovely post and so true! I have a 23 month old and her naughty ways make me crazy, but I know thats what keeps me going too.
    We have a common friend, Anjali Yadav, she had told me about ur blog a while back, but it totally skipped my mind until now. Love ur writing!

  6. Prerna@IndianSimmer March 6, 2012 at 9:39 am

    You just made me teary eyed. Feel like picking up the keys, driving up to her school and get her back home. Then hug her so tight and never let go. That's what a good writing does to you 🙂
    Keep up the good work!

  7. Varkha July 4, 2012 at 6:24 am

    Beautiful post. Your daughter is beautiful.

  8. Madhura Chavan July 23, 2012 at 9:40 am

    This is a beautiful blog and I am sure, it touches the heart of every mom. I often call my son Ridhaan by Krishna’s pet names. I always wonder why do moms yearn for natkhat Krishna more that the agyadhari Ram. Maybe it is every mom’s intrinsic desire to experience the exploits of their cutie pies and see the naughty smiles of their kids. Like the one Avanee is sporting. She looks amazing, especially because she has your eyes and reminds me so much of you at that age.

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