The Art of Selective Hearing

        Ever since motherhood has hit me, I started acquiring some extremely important talents. In the past 3 years, I have become a powerhouse of motherly talents.

     I’m not boasting about how good a mother I am. Rather, I’m amazed to realize how patient I have become; how energetic I’m even at midnight; how small things about my kids excite me; how positive I can be; and how I always get motivated to try new things with my kids.

     This time, I took the risk of attending a musical event after 3 long years. The last time I went for something like this, I remember, we were expecting our first munchkin. Indeed, I’m very gutsy to do that with a 3-year-old hyper-energetic toddler and a 5-month-old hardly-sleeping infant.

So, I prepared myself mentally since morning with what all things can keep them busy at the event so that I can listen to some good music undisturbed. Little was I aware that my babies won’t be interested in their regular exciting stuff, and will seek all my attention that very evening.

     Ten minutes through the event and my younger one was all fascinated with the lights and melodies. However, the elder one remembered a very important incident that occurred in his school 10 days back, which he never bothered to narrate to me till then. I tried to hear him out patiently for 2-3 minutes and realized I’m missing out on one of my favourite songs. I tried my luck to explain to him that we would continue with the story after the event.

The biggest mistake! I did hurt his ego! ‘Sorry, darling! Please continue.’ His story went on and on and on. There was no end to it. I waited for another few minutes and obviously couldn’t pay enough attention to the songs. I think he narrated the longest story ever (obviously most of it was imaginative). I didn’t know if I should have appreciated my son’s storytelling abilities, or be offended with his long narration.

In the meantime, my younger one decided to make strange cooing sounds. Something she does when she is playing with us or when she is very happy. She was all giggles. Fine! At least she was happy and not cranky. So I could still sit through the event.

     Few more minutes and my son, who would otherwise never say he is hungry, wanted to munch on some snacks. Great! I was prepared so it didn’t bother me. It was my daughter’s feeding time then and we enjoyed 2 songs silently until they both satisfied their hunger pangs. There on, the cooing and the blabbering started again and seemed never-ending.

By now I realized I was doing a strange thing. I had put up a fake smile on my face, looking at my son and nodding my head to whatever he was blabbering, sometimes looking at my daughter on my lap and making faces to keep her chirpy.

However, my auditory sensation was glued to the singer on the stage. I was even humming the tunes. I was enjoying the musical event and at the same time keeping my kids satisfied with the feeling that I was there only with them. This went on until 2 hours until my little one was sleepy and wanted to be carried away from the loud noise.

     We happily moved out of the auditorium before the event finished because our kids had let us enjoy some good music for 2 hours without tantrums or meltdowns. We couldn’t stop but appreciate them and treat the elder one to some happy meals.

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