A new chapter in life

Here I am with yet another experience. This is about a role I took up in life and the goods and the bad I underwent in the phase. As most of you all know, I have been a house wife all along until last year when I suddenly decided to join my daughter’s school as a teacher to fulfill my passion to teach little tots. The moment I was acknowledged about my selection as a teacher, I was thrilled and ecstatic. I planned my schedule for the entire year making sure of it as such that my family wouldn’t even realize me working at all.

So, it was the first day and I was as expected, nervous but of course stubborn to do my best. I expected the children to be more bolshie, weeping, whining and all the rest of the fear in the world. But to my surprise they were more controlled and matured. Even though a few exceptions were there, majority of them would silently weep and try convincing us to let them go. My poor darlings! In return we would hug them, kiss them, sing to them, tell them stories and in no time they were all settled the very first day! And for my little tough babies, expert aunties involved in. But angels they were! MY Angels! Each of them, such sweet miracles of God! I never, in my dreams thought being a teacher was such a magical job! Trust me! Every improvement a child underwent seemed like magic. I never, till date, realized how it happened? Even when their parents tried giving me all the credits I gave them all back to my little darlings because I have no idea what I did. It’s all them, it’s all their hard work, I did nothing.

When all this magical moments happened I had started facing the unexpected. The schedule I planned earlier? Never actually happened. Every day had a reason to break it. And if I was the only one who suffered, I would, with no doubt, choose to endure more to see my little angels grow. But, unfortunately, my family also suffered, especially my princess. What happened was that even though we teachers were officially meant to be in the school till just 1, we had to stay till 3, 4 and even 5 for corrections, preparation, meetings and other zillion reasons. To accolade it all, I wasn't aware about the rule that children shouldn't stay back after school hours. Oh God! Crèche wasn't an option for us because we had earlier decided that as much as possible we will NOT put our daughter in a crèche. So when my husband was not in station, which happened most of the time last year, I would hesitantly walk up to our HM madam requesting her to grant me permission to retain my daughter. Our HM madam is more like a fried ice cream; all crusty and hard outside but all soft, melting and sweet inside. She is a wonderful lady who tries to help anyone who lets her to do so. Wanting to help me too but still abiding to the rules she was grand me permission with a statement not to repeat it again. Poor madam, she never denied me any permission at all what so ever be it and rather tried to always make me feasible for the permission. It’s really kind of her.What after that? My daughter would sit there in my class from 12:30 to what ever time I were to stay and would simply look outside or draw on the board without complaining about anything at all. Even my friend teachers would tell me how wrong I was doing making her to undergo those lonely hours, but what choice did I too have? I felt guilty the entire year for doing such cruelty to her even though it was not on purpose. But I never expected her to be so indulgent and mature enough to understand my circumstances which in turn was bad for her, as I made her to suffer it again and again when there was no complains made . My poor darling! I am very blessed to have a baby as her, I must say. I wouldn't deny a few mumbling at school about me retaining my daughter but I preferred being deafened to them as I always choose to remain silent on matters not confronted to me. I deem in matters being spoken than being gossiped.

Anyways, on the other days my darling had a more emotional suffering, if I could frame so. As per I was concerned, I was relieved the moment my husband came to pick her up as to me I feel she is safe with her uncle, my brother, who would take care of her quite well. But to what he told me, my princess would be all quite with tears in her eyes and always kept running to the window to see if I was coming. It was becoming difficult for me to accept my daughter being hurt this way almost everyday. But before I could even think about making a decision, my health added to the list of reasons I needed to consider. Due to quite a few sleepless nights which I chose to try putting in my best to my work; I started to face some serious health issues. Leaving me with no other choices than hard heartedly deciding to leave the school from the next academic year.

                      

But I did not leave empty handed for sure. I made a handful of friends to cling on to. I met a few awesome human beings who helped me at every step of my work. I learnt how to handle things. I became more independent and confident and most important of all I was blessed and showered with the innocent love of my 33 darlings! I will cherish every beautiful memory I lived through the year I worked and will compensate with all possible time I have with my daughter for the unintentional sufferings I caused her. In a summary a short chapter in my life just got over with all its share of sugar and spices and now here I am feeling proud of being a housewife and feeling a bit more powerful than ever!