A laddle full of hope

Call it motherhood, call it duty , call it simply hope..gone are the days when the day would leisurely start at half past six or there abouts and that too at the whiff of coffee...

Now a days something automatically wakes me up before sunrise and I begin to ponder..will I be able to make something that she will devour .. yes, there are staples I could resort to and trust the sweet addiction of a two year old but ..I want to sneak in some greens, some variety..some nutrition....some semblance to what my taste buds would approve..not spice but flavor, not packaged chips but crisp dosa, not that jam loaded slice..but a mashed chutney and bread..

And so, the quiet quest begins, the war plans before i hit the sack, mind making a mental checklist of pantry and refrigerator inventory, a nudge to Shashi to soak some lentils, a hurried order to WholeFoods to deliver something by dawn..

But that is a battle where triumph consistently eludes, logic adamantly evades and lunch boxes usually comeback full..

But I won't give up my love, someday you would admire what I must say is a commendable skill your Amma has honed..and that day you will make me smile even more..