Not losing my mojo of parenting...Exam Fever.

My elder daughters exams are on and the most stressed out person in the whole family is me. It's easier for others to say- dont get stressed and it's just an exam, but when it comes to your very own kid, you start fretting. Every exam I tell myself that I wont stress out and that I will chill, until I start getting nightmares about me forgetting all the answers to the exam.
My husband tells me that it's ok if you forget it's not your exam.(like I didn't know).

If you want to test your patience anytime, all you need to do is sit and watch how many times your kids will sharpen their pencils, erase something which is wrong or something which is right, bend to take the pencil which always manages to slip from their hands.( I tried to slip it from my hands and failed). Two minutes into reading a chapter and they are either thirsty or hungry or sleepy. Try and give them something to write and after a minute their hands start to pain. To bear all the innocent excuses and still help them with their studies is such a humungous task.

When exams are fast approaching, I tell my elder one to read. Her answer is always the same. Already did mum. So I tell her to re read. On which she tells me I have already understood the chapter. So I tell her Practice makes us perfect. READ. So she will take one full minute to go through the 30 odd pages before telling me - Read. This goes on for every paper and every exam. I dont know what's more exhausting- me telling her to read and study again and again or she telling me that she already has read and re read.

As a mother I want her to excel in whatever she does. I want her to ingrain a habit of discipline and hardwork. I want her to understand that whatever she does whether it is in medicine, sports, fashion or for that matter writing, she has to do it with dedication and practice.

So this time around too, I have failed to chill. Will try and relax a bit for the next one. When are the next exams though? I hope they will give the portion copy much in advance the next time. They should also extend the exam time. Getting carried away a bit...I know ...see you at the next exam.

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