The bus stop girls

Day 97… #100daysofhappiness #100happydays

Its 0725 am on a weekday and I find myself repeatedly calling out for Big T to make her way with me down to the bus stop. We want to get there in time, as we both have our agendas. She races there to play with her friends at the stop and luck has it, but the child to reach last is often the den. So that’s our time keeper along with that consistent watsapp message that comes from our route admin from stop 1, which reads our action for the day “The bus just left”. My rush is to make it to avoid the school drop and get my dose of laughter that keeps my day upbeat! Monday blues seems like a passé, with the stop chats.

It’s the wait for the bus every morning at our bus stop. It’s monotonous but fun, relaxed yet alert and hilarious yet chat worthy. While I love the excitement of landing up ‘dressed up’, the presence of mums in clothes of immense comfort makes the whole ambiance so comfortable. Don’t let my note, misguide you. We are not just mums, but some dads too, who either observe, discuss the world issues or stay amused with the uproar of laughter that erupts as we mums chat away, if not, a target to bullying by all the mums. 

We are the mums who contemplated if the photos pose should reflect ‘Mums with Tums’ or ‘Mums with Bums’. After much deliberation and thought, this was our best pose to safeguard all our interests. The photo was my insistence so the reminder for these moments was true persistence.  The rush of the morning routine gets its much deserved break at the school bus stop with giggles and stories that make the heart charged for the day. There is an abundance of madness, concern, warmth and fun that brightens the gloominess of the morning. We meet every day and so their admittance in my 100 days just seemed natural.

We are not there to judge each other. Our get up in the morning is hardly a concern. The attires in this picture were specifically planned to ensure our best foot forward for the photograph. We are eager to share, and hold no hesitation groaning about motherhood. For many, we may appear to be imperfect mums, but we have the blessing of not being obsessive about our kids. We believe in normalcy and are ok with our kids combining a bit of junk and healthy in their day. We are not here aspiring to race toppers; instead we are here to nurture well rounded self respecting individuals, with a humor that will ride them through life. We are eager about routines that can keep them busy and learn from organizational perfection that mums relate to. We love our school days and dread the long drawn holidays. We look forward to summer camps, clocked by the hour if possible. We are mums who can balance the love for our homes and work all in one breath, without being embarrassed about wanting that ‘time out’ now and then. We have our lunch meets that probably disturb the neighboring tables but our unconventional conversations always has me teary eyed.

We have all not known each other too long, but time has not limited our openness. I just realized I never mentioned their names through the post, so here it is. So the next time you are looking for the streak of Jamie’s madness, Smitha’s sweetness, Pavitha’s jokes, Gunjan’s exceptional organizational skills,  and my love for these crazy ladies, then drop by at our bus stop in the morning and be cheered up! Describing them separately I will not do justice, so its best I capture our mornings at the stop.