God bless my house-maid.

At times I thank my stars that I live in a country like India where getting a house-maid/nanny (although not professionally trained) is easier than many other places. With my work occupying most of the waking hours the only time I get to spend with my growing-up-too-soon-baby is dinnertime. So imagine my (good) surprise when I casually asked baby R – “where’s your nose?” and he points to his cute little button nose promptly. It seems my maid has been teaching him things in my absence. It is a huge relief believe me as it eases my guilt a little bit of not being able to teach my baby anything and the fear that kids his age already know so many things (I know, I know – never compare. Still…). It is a mixed bag because as a mother I start feeling guilty all over again that my child is learning things from my maid rather than from me….uff…pains of motherhood.