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Last night was a Grey night!

Last night I was geared up to watch my show… Grey’s Anatomy.  The younger boys were in bed,  older ones at youth group and the Pete’s game and Sanj was at board meeting.  I was set.  As I flicked through the channels, Grey’s was not to be found!  BOO!

It is my one show, all week.  I don’t watch much t.v. these days.  I used to watched tv as my thing to relax.   Maybe I am getting older but tv is just not what it used to be.  I find myself diving into a book to run away from the stresses of the week.

Last night, I was so disappointed.  No Grey’s.  The world didn’t end, surprisingly, but I was highly annoyed to see that it was Barbara Walters who was there in that time.

I find her, Barbara Walters, annoying.  Being mean, I find her cheekbones weird, almost like there is a line that connects to her mouth.  Weird.  I watched because she was interviewing Oprah.

In the late 80s, I begin watching Oprah.  My brother and I watched faithful, for years.  Sometime in the last decade, I stopped as I found her arrogant and that she had become too fu fu.  Yet, the reality is that Oprah was life changing for me as a teen.

It was while watching Oprah, that I understood that what we were living with at home was not normal.  My mom was a Battered Woman.  We were children that were living and being abused.  This was not normal nor was it accepted.  It was wrong.  I learned so much about life from this show.   I learned about abuse.  Sexual, emotional and physical abuse.  I learned that there was hope and life outside my home with my parents could be very good.

It was at this point that I began seeking a future…  that I had hope, that I knew that I had to leave home.  My parents always planned on me to go to Andrews (the church university that I did go to in Michigan).  When I realized that this was also an escape, I didn’t fight it.  I saw it as my way out.

I suppose there are many that wanted to be Oprah… my brother had his Kumar Winfrey show.  I had my dream of being on her show with my book.  I had the dreams of just going to her show.

As I watched her last night, being interviewed by Barbara, I had many thoughts going through my head.  I thought that with hard work, God given talent and giving up many things, one can obtain huge things.  I also thought that it is only natural when one is as famous and powerful as Oprah, it is only natural to have arrogance.

I think that what bothered me that most was her comment about marriage and children.  I think that as much as Oprah has, she missed out on the love and beauty of motherhood.  Of course, I will be the first to say, it is hard.  Darn hard work.

Barbara W. said to Oprah, that if she every had doubts of not being a mom, to just call her.  Barbara was saying her own daughter resented that she was not there as a mom and that she choose her career over motherhood.  Barbara doesn’t deny this.

Maybe there are people that really shouldn’t be parents.  Oprah made the comment that if she had married Stedman, they would have been divorced by now.  She said in marriage, there are expectations.

Yes, there are.  In marriage there is security.  There is the promise to love, honor and cherish.   There are expectations.  I found this comment funny, weird… for someone that is willing to work so hard… that marriage would seem to be too hard.

So… here’s the thing…  I was highly annoyed with missing Grey’s.  I am grateful there was the Oprah Show.  I am grateful at the effects it had on my life.  I am bothered by some of who Oprah is today… but that is why I don’t watch her anymore.

Yet I do appreciate the many stories over the years that were inspiring.  I wonder who will fill that spot now?

Who will be there next Oprah?

Hum… Maybe there could be a Reema Sukumaran Show…

LOL
I have my own show happening everyday!

It’s a wonderful life, isn’t it?

*** REMEMBER… Go here to find out about your Christmas present from me to you!

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Wanna Make Out?

Today, while pumping gas, I was offered to make out  with the guy in the vehicle next to me!


I admit, being 40 something, I don’t get these offers everyday! lol  He said, “Just give me a call if you want to make out!”

It’s Christmas, my favoritest time of year!  It just allows one to give and not be looked upon strangely.  You know? (Although, being looked upon strangely is something I am so used to!!!)

So, after picking up the boys from school, I stopped by the gas station (yah, the property I have my eyes on), took a breath, as I ventured into the -14 degree Celicus weather!  Brrrr.  My older boys weren’t with me, or I would have sent them out.

Beside me was a beater, similar to the ones I had many a year.  Both the driver and passenger were on their knees, doors open, looking for any change they could find.  These were young laddies, I’d say early 20s, obviously on their way home from work.

“Do you need money for gas?”  I asked the guys.

“We’re OK… ” replied the driver.

In his hand he had $5 and the passenger lifted his head out of the car and yelled he found another 11 cents.  The price of gas right now in my town is $1.07 a liter.  $5 may get them around the corner.

“My treat, ” I said, “10 bucks more on me.”

They didn’t believe me.  I told them I was serious.  I said, “Merry Christmas!”

The passenger said, “Anytime you want to make out, call me.”

This proposition really did fluster me.  Shoot, just for the offer I really should have filled up their car!  (I really should have but they looked so uncomfortable accepting $10… plus, I can only image sex being offered for a fill up!)

The driver was a little more cool and expressed his gratitude, saying that this would get him to work and back tomorrow and then he would be good.  I assume Friday must be payday.  He said, “I hope I see you here again, so I can fill up your vehicle.”

Sweet, eh?  They tooted their horn in gratitude.  I hope that someday, when they are grown up, or have an extra buck kicking around that they will pass it on.  Pay it forward!

Remember last year, I wrote about my beggars, Abby and Joe… and the $100 gift card?  I still see them and realize this is their career.  I still don’t feel bad doing it.  My kids learned a great lesson.  I felt all warm and fuzzy.  And… hopefully if Abby and Joe really did have 5 kids, they got a turkey dinner.

I know many of you do this all the time.  I love stories like this.  So, here’s my challenge, take a moment and share your act of  kindness especially over this season of giving.

Merry Christmas Boys from the gas station!

As a parent, I am sure we all hope that if our kids were ever without, that someone would be their angel.

Beside, while I am sure I no doubt made their day, they also made mine!

…  HEY!  DON’T FORGET ABOUT MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU…

CLICK HERE TO READ ABOUT IT!

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My Christmas Present to YOU!

I love blogging and I love hearing from you.

I want to show my appreciation for joining me on this journey.  I want to say thank you for reading and writing back.  As I stayed up last night thinking of this, here’s what I came up with:

If you are a reader of my blog and mail me a Christmas card, on Dec. 24th I will draw a card and the winner gets a $50 gift card to Starbucks!  There is only one winner for the gift card, but every card recieved will get something back. 

If you have written in as Anoyomous, that is fine… you can remain so… just send your mailing info.  I will respect your privacy.

Here’s the address:

The Ear Company

c/o Reema Sukumaran

745 Lansdowne St. West Unit 4

Peterborough, ON K9J 1Z2

Good Luck!

Thank you for reading about my life as I continue

Living Loving Breathing Boys!

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Wahoo!

Have you every felt like you won a million bucks?

Speaking of a million dollars… that spot that I mentioned that I wanted my coffee shop on is apparently just under a million dollars!  Wow… crazy!  It is prime property… bummer.  Guess I will have to put that dream on hold!

Back to my feeling like I won a million bucks… if you have been following my blog the last bit, you know that I encounters heart stopping problems with my blog when I tried to move it to my new address.  I couldn’t access the original blog page and my blog was sort of lost in cyberspace.  I won’t lie, I was heartbroken and stressed.  I made calls to various computer folks and most of them sort of brushed me away … probably laughing at the smallness of my problem.  I realize that a blog to must is just a passing fancy.  For me… it is my pride and joy.  It is my life, my emotions and thoughts of the past 2+ years.

I truly was sickened with the thought of my blog lost.  (Yes, note to self… learn how to download from the website to a hard copy).   Most folks that I asked for help didn’t know the programs I need help with.

Tonight God gave me a brain fart!  I love that expression, by the way.  I know it is a little crass but I do like it never the less!  🙂

Anyways, without going into the boring details… I fixed the problem myself!  🙂  I am not as dumb as I thought!!! I am so grateful to God for understanding my true self… for understanding my angst and frustration and giving me the thought that I needed to fix this myself!  Wahoo!

So, while my dream requires much more than a million dollars, I feel so great!  I am back, full swing ahead!

Thank you, Jesus, so much for caring about my little problems.  I love You so much!  And… if it is Your will to bring a million + bucks into my life… that would be great too.

xoxo

Me

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Wanted: Just Half a Million

I suppose complaining about my child is not a real motherly thing to do.  

Sorry.  I just get frustrated.  Around me, there are all these families with their perfect children.  How do they do it?  I blame the gene pool!  I do love my kids, every last one of them.  I actually love them to pieces. 

Today  I was rushing the kids out the van door, trying really hard to get them into their classrooms before they were marked tardy… again.  Josh, as usual, is puttering.  He jumps down the van, looks at me, I say, “Bye Josh.  Love you.”  He climbs back up… (as I am protesting that he run inside) comes and purses his lips and smooches me.  Then he gives me a prolonged hug.  Oh my goodness.  What’s another tardy added to the mix?  How much I love his love!

Yesterday, I was working on Sanj’s blog and Facebook Fan Page, I was looking at his website.  I was looking at it from a consumer’s eye, a mom’s eye and jointing down things to change or make better.  At the bottom of the web site, there is a link for a free hearing test.  I took the test.  The last setting was 8000hz.  I couldn’t hear it.  I felt a bit panicked.  OH MY GOSH… I have a hearing loss!  Do you know how much panic I can do in the span of 10 seconds?  A lot!  Remember, I have the mind of someone with ADHD.  I felt so panicked.  I see huge success with hearing aids.  I also know that my husband would fit me with the top of the line product.  I called his office.  “Could you  tell Sanj to call me asap?”  I waited.  Anxious.  Then I realized that my volume was turned down.  lol  Oops.  I retook the test.  I could hear!  Sigh.   Thank you, Jesus.

Today I am off to shop for the office gifts.  I love spending money, especially when it is not mine!  A great gift for the reader:  A warm  throw, a bottle of wine, a scented candle or two and a gift card to the local bookstore.  Movie passes for a family is a good gift for men from the business, as it includes their family.  Of course there is the 10 lb Toberone Bar!  🙂

What else to write about?  Not much… oh wait!  I had this great idea!  The entrepreneur in me has awakened.  I have always wanted to be the owner of a Tim Horton.  Not sure why, as I am not a coffee drinker.  There is this gas station dump right by the school of the boys.  The location is prime for travelers… to the cottage or getting on the highway.  It’s a bit of property too.  The building would have to be torn down.  Did I say it is the perfect stop for this coffee shop?  As I share my thoughts with Sanj, he just smiles his indulging smile.  “Sure dear!”  Now I just need that half a mil… if you are looking to invest… this is one of my dreams!  Feel free to email me @ sukreema@hotmail.com

Already…  I am off to hit the stores!  Happy Tuesday to you!

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Dear God…

I give up!


Those are probably words that moms should never say, right?  Here’s the thing, when I thought of babies, of my family that I would have with Sanj, I never really took genetics into account.  Man!  Genetics is a powerful thing.

See, if I were to name   some traits about my husband and I… that I assumed would be passed on to my little being that I carried, loved and nurtured for many years… I would say that my children would be givers.  It’s in the gene.  We are naturally givers.  We are to a fault.  I would say that we are loving, thoughtful people.  I would say that strong headed would be a trait… that could be good or bad… depending…

Other traits that would be passed on would be loyal friend, lover of family.  Generous, selfless…   fierce temper, worker, fighter, lover.

Back to the one word that is Sanj and I… givers.  Why is it that my child is missing this gene?  Why is it he is so selfish?  Why is it that he can seriously only think of himself?  This is very concerning.  He is the most selfish person in our family and the bothersome part is that he doesn’t seemed bothered by it.

Is it my fault?  Yes, I admit, I have spoiled him to the core.  I have loved him senseless.  (Hum… maybe that is the problem!)  Sanj often tells me that I spoil the boys.  Yes, I admit… I have.

Growing up, I had to be too responsible.  I had to accept charity, second hand items and act like I didn’t care that I could wear or have all the things I see others having in abundance.  When I had my babes, I was so delighted to dress them in Baby Gap… even though it took forever for Sammy to fit into the 0-3 months clothing.  Nevertheless… I was delighted to shop all those stores.  Of course, the babes never knew nor cared what they wore.

I often wonder how we did it… back in the day, when we had nothing… Sanj was still building his practice, we had babies back to back… I still took great pleasure in buying the babes stuff that I never had.

As they grew up, yes, there was the overabundance of toys.

Yet… we also instilled the lesson of giving back.  I always explained the lists of names of kids that would not have Christmas is someone didn’t take their name and purchase that item listed.

Our family has always been conscious of our roots, of coming to this country with immigrant parents, who literally had nothing… and to understand the journey that has been make… to who we are today.

Blah Blah Blah… I don’t want to get off track… all I am saying is that despite the fact that my boys have been blessed with a comfy life… they are not given everything.  They are told NO.  They are taught that you must earn things… life is not a easy ride.

Somewhere in these lessons, this child of mine has not been listening.  (Sanj… Check his ears!)  This Christmas, I told them it is three gifts.  As my brother reminded me, Jesus had only three gifts.  I forgot the symbolism for the three gifts… till he reminded me.

One big gift.  One clothing.  One something.

My son whines:  “We only get ONE PRESENT? Aw… how come?”
REALLY???  He bought me this picture of a coat he wants from Hollister.  My problem is why is he thinking only of himself?  He never thinks of others.

The selfishness that comes from him stinks!  It makes me so sad.  It makes me so mad.  It makes me truly believe that I am not cut out for parenting.  It makes me so sad that genes, genetics are such a powerful thing.  I hate that all the negative traits in our gene pool seems to have gravitated towards this child… and the good, generous genes are being repelled.

Jesus,

Are you there?  I really need help.  I am so in dislike with this child of mine, right now.  I love him so much.  I can’t understand his heart.    I am so fearful of this child of mine’s character.  Could you please touch his heart? Please?

Amen

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Brrr…..

Brrr… It is beginning to feel a lot like Christmas…

I am up in my room, vegged out on my bed with Josh.  As I look out the window, I see whiteness everywhere… it is snowing pretty hard out… adding to the whiteness.  We live in a snow belt.  I am not sure if it is snowing in town or not.  Yet I can feel the coldness sneaking through the creaks in the house.

Our tree is up.  I love the brightness it adds to the room.  I love ornaments…  just the smell of pine from my tree is missing.  It is all good.  I need to find the perfect ornament for the tree topper.  Most of the stars or angels look so cheap.  Not that I am looking for an expensive topper… I just want it to look nice.

My house is a disaster.  I am avoiding… the mass cleaning that it is needing.  How does it get so messy so soon?  I have messy kids.   I am nagging the boys constantly.   No eating anywhere except the kitchen.  Pick up your clothes.  Flush the toliet.  Hang up your towel.  Make your bed.  I wish I had a button  to press… and boom… magically my kids listen!

I think if the boys spent time in their rooms, maybe they would be more bothered by the messes.  Yet, maybe not.  Our rooms are used primarily for sleeping.  Jordan is my one child that hangs out in his room with his guitar.  The rest hang out with us… on the main floor or basement.

Oh well… I know, one day I will likely miss their messes.  I know that I need to love more and nag less.  It is just so hard!

Sigh.

Hey… my husband has started a blog.  It is bound to be a hit.  He writes really well.  Check him out… Everything related to hearing! It is a professional blog, yet bound to have bits of living life with the boy and I.  We invade his world.  I am not sure he always appreciates that!  Yesterday, Sanj was trying to watch golf up in our room.  Slowly, each of us found our way up to him.  Soon the younger ones were bickering, fighting for a spot, I was trying to get his attention over something… and all the poor guy wanted was to watch Tiger lose.

Today… the rat race begins again.  We had a very nice break of NO HOCKEY!  There was a big tournament in town so the rinks were filled up.  It was so nice!!!  Today… it starts again.  2 games tonight… plus Kid 2 has his workout.  It really is amazing how much one can cram into a couple of hours!

Doodle Bops is playing in my ears.  Maybe it is time to log off… and tackle the messes awaiting me.

Happy Monday, all!

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10 Lbs. of Chocolate is What I Want For Christmas!

Pancakes with cottage cheese and cranberry sauce…

on top is what is for supper.  Well, only Sanj had that, the other boys had syrup.  It has been that kind of day.  We are all tired from the ridiculous pace that we have been running.   Today was a day that we had no where to be.  Sanj had to play at church and ended up going by himself.

Max said, “I love days that I can stay in my pajamas all day!”  Me too!  We watched Elf again.  Christmas decorations are mostly up.  We have a fake tree this year.  BOO!  Well, here’s the thing, every year, Sanj is a grump when it comes to getting the tree.  Usually it is snowing and windy as we tie the tree to the roof of the vehicle.  He is grumpy from the moment we go till the moment is is finally standing… totally irritated with the needles that mess up the floor, the battle of strengthening the tree… and the awful possibility that it could have scratched the roof of his vehicle.  Whatever.  This year, I got a fake one.  It looks good.  I decided why not try?   At least we can put it up early and not worry about its constant impending death.  So we will see…

I remember our fake tree we would put up every year.  It was so pathetic!  Yet we were so happy to just be putting up a tree!  Remember my dad was dead set against the celebration of Christmas…

I love Christmas.  I love giving gifts!  It is a favorite pastime!  I am forever trying to think of the perfect gift.  This year… I am feeling pretty good at the list I have made.  What will I be surprised with?  I really don’t know as there is nothing I can think of that I need!   Guess that is the key word: need.  It really isn’t about what one needs this time of year, is it?

Hey, Looking for a gift for your Pastor or a leader in your community?  Here is a great idea!

I had a great idea for a gift this week.  As said, Friday night we were off to Barrie to a business party.  What do you get for people that have everything?  Literally… they have been millionaires and then some.  I saw at Shopper’s Drug Mart a Toberone bar.  Not just a regular bar of chocolate but rather 10 lbs!  I should have taken a picture of me holding the bar… but didn’t think of it… so this picture will have to surfice.  Let me tell you, it was a great conversation piece.  While I was waiting in the lobby for Sanj, as he parked the car, I have many an offer to share my bar with strangers! lol  It weighed more than each of my babes.  I only wish I had a chance to sink my teeth into its richness!  I love Toberones!  Yum!

Sigh.  The weekend is over.  Boo!  I can’t wait for Christmas break!  I love when we are all home together… even though today was a bit of nutty day.  I love just relaxing with the boys.

Back to the reality that there is at least a dozen more school days to deal with!

Happy Sunday Evening!

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Testing 123!

My blog has been a pain in the butt…

since I changed over to my new page.  I am not sure if someone is playing with my settings or what… but I have been so annoyed with the outcome of this experience.  I am hoping for a smoother outcome now that I have made some changes.

Have you missed me?  I have been blogging on my Facebook page (Reema’s Blog)… as I really missed writing so much.  I have been so busy.  This did not leave me a lot of room to fix my blog problems etc.  So it left me with not much option in writing.  🙁

Anyways, I am back.  This week I hope to devote a bit of time to fixing my website problems and getting back to the habit of writing.

Do I have any readers left after this absence?  Hope so…  Love to hear from you so drop me a line… if you get the time.

It’s looking a lot like Christmas!  The tree is up, lights on and decorations standing proud in their spot.  An ornament or two broken… I didn’t even know we had glass ones still…  The Chipmucks are sing their carols… I love this season.

Wishing you a joyous spirit as you welcome the this season.

Happy Shopping!

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I’m Here and Off Again…

It’s been a while… sorry…. but as you can imagine, I was crazy busy this past week.  The Indian Dinner was a  HUGE success in my eyes… and I will write about it when I get back.  Project Bathroom is coming together nicely.  I will write about this too.  Yet, today, in T-2 hours and counting, I am off on a little break!

I am driving to Michigan to see my girlfriends.  If I had to label my best friends, these would be them.  We’ve been friends forever, lived through the good and bad.  We KNOW each other as well as one can know each other.

I am off, to enjoy 8 hours of quietness in the car.  I am off to enjoy it being all about me.  Eating as much and whenever I want.  Talking and refreshing my spirit with my friends.  We will be at the little town of my university.  It is a place that holds many memories, it is a happy place for me.  I will enjoy walking around campus… no doubt liking at the “kids” today thinking of young they look and wondering if I looked that young.

I will see a few other friends that are there.  One family lives there and then the 2 kids I babysat while there, are actually in school there working on their Masters!  How life has come full circle!

Anyway, I am just posting as I want to say, I’ll be back in  few sleeps!

xoxo

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Tonight’s Gonna Be A Good Night…

So… tonight is the big night!

The Indian Dinner… A Taste of India!  Yesterday was spent transforming the gym into a Little India.    Wow…  Well, to be honest that is what stresses me out, I WANT people to be Wowed!  When you spend $40 a person, to have dinner in a gym… you want people to feel like it was worth it.

I had  bit of a meltdown Thursday, when the forms that went out to ask for help didn’t bring in the needed help.  I was overwhelmed.  I am sure my little surgery added to my stress.  I alway react emotionally after anesthetic.  Yet after making phones… HELP did show up.  I am so grateful to all that came out and lent a hand.  My buddy and pal, Mr. S was there with the 7-8 class to help set up tables and chairs…   it all came together.

The room was full of creativity… and so magic happened.  I can’t wait to post pictures!

Today is cooking day.  My mom is doing the rice and a veggie dish… the other family is doing the aloo gobi  (cauliflower and potato curry) and the 3rd family is doing dessert.  The men are going to Scarborough to pick up the butter chicken and samosas.

Then this afternoon it is time to bring it all together.  Making the raita (a yogart salad with tomatoes, cucumbers and onions), picking up the centerpieces… (Ooohh… they are going to be lovely…), warming up the food, naan… OK, is this making you hungry?

It is 8:20 a.m.  Today my boys were all up (except Sammy) by 7 a.m.  Really?

I often talk about my God and me.  I often talk about how much I love Him.  I have also talked about how I wish I could hear Him better.  I have written about my moments of doubt… just moments.  Here’s how God filled me yesterday…

When we started this, we printed 150 tickets.  I prayed for 100 people.  I believed.  I felt it in my heart that God would honor this request… as He knew my heart’s desire… (which is to have the boys bathroom completed by back to school the new year).

I have to admit… I was really doubting and a little panicked mid-week.  I needed to make enough to cover the cost of the bathroom stalls and then some…  plus … I will admit, pride was playing a part.  I didn’t want to look foolish.

As I started to really count the numbers, added up the donations, I felt my heart pound.  I felt a warm hug from God… OK.. not literally but I felt warm…  I couldn’t believe that the numbers were actually higher than I thought.  I felt God’s goodness and mercy.  I felt God remind me that He DOES care about the little things such as a bathroom reno.

So, I am going out on a limb.  I am praying for a bit more.  Is that greedy?  I had a 100 takeout containers  (thank you, East Side Marios and Montanas)…  I hope to sell 100 takeout … to use up the leftovers.  $10  … Butter chicken and rice… its’ a steal…

If this does work… I will be able to buy the girls bathroom stalls too!

So.. Dear Jesus,

Thank you so much for blessing us!  Thank you for caring for the little things.  If I can be so bold to ask… I am asking for that extra bit…

Thank you ahead of time for making this an amazing night!

I love you,

Amen!

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My 11 Years Old!

Today is my Max’s birthday!

He is 11 years old.  That in itself is a little weird as he is always on of my younger ones when I am thinking of my kiddies.  11 years old!  Max was such a happy baby… He was a happy toddler… He was a happy little boy… As he leaves behind elementry and climbs up into middle school, he is still a happy one.

He loves to laugh and make others laugh.  He is a very good friend.  He is my defender.  If Sanj and I are arguing, inevitably, I will hear Max speak up and let Sanj know that,   “well you did do this, or Mommy did tell you…” He is my defender to the point that I almost feel sorry for Sanj.

The other day, Sanj said,  “Max is so beloved.”  He really is.  Oh, he fights with his brothers but he is the one that also gets along with all of them.  He is such an easy going boy.

In school, his class was studying genetics.  His teacher had drawn up a being that hollywood would want… apparently 2 of them.  They were named.  The next thing I know, Max is getting dressed of school, sporting a suit jacket (a big giveaway there), a tee-shirt tie and looking very sharp.

He is getting married!  The kids were having a wedding and Max and Vanessa Hollywood were getting married at recess.  Apparently there was a choir, preacher, bouncers…  lol  cute, eh?

Of course, I could talk forever about my Max.  I am just going to say, that on this day as we remember as a nation, I am giving thanks for a son that truly delights me.

Max,

You are a wonderful gift from God.  How much I love you!  Always be who you are!  You are loved and cherished.  Happy Birthday, My Max!

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Such a Deviant!

Here’s the thing…

As long as we are on this earth, there will always be sexual deviants.  There will alway be an uncle or cousin or brother  that will try to get in to your pants or feel you up.

If you are lucky, you won’t have a “family member” do this.  Yet… more often than not, most woman (and yes, many men) can unfortunately say this has happened to them.

Growing up, I now know that this was the experience that many of my friends had.  No one ever talked about it.  It seems to be the consensus that if we don’t talk about it, it will go away.

In university, I remember that night I told my roommate and girlfriends that it happened to me.  Then someone else in the room said it happened to them.  Most of us did not tell anyone… until we were older, much older.

Mine was a family friend of my dad’s.  A dirty man.  A doctor.  A husband and father.  My sewing machine wasn’t working… so he was going to look at it.  My room was right by the living room where everyone was.  His wife was there, in the kitchen with my mom.  His daughter, a babe was sitting on my lap.

He told me that he couldn’t see the eye of the needle, could I thread it.  Next thing I know, his hands are under my shirt.  He was  feeling my breasts, that were still developing.   I remember feeling the hairs on my head stand up.  What that heck was he doing?  Why?  What do I do?

My mom called out for me.  Never have I been so glad for kitchen work.  The rest of the visit was a blur.  How come I felt dirty?  How come I felt ashamed?  Bastard.

Here’s the funny thing… that really isn’t so funny.  My girlfriend had a very similar experience.  That bad man ended up being her mother-in-law’s brother.  Her mother-in-law is in absolute denial.  No one talks about it. Everyone pretends…

Why is it so hard for us to hold these bad people accountable?  Why do we put people on pedestals?  The mother-in-law can’t imagine her brother doing something so dirty.  Or maybe she can’t imagine standing up to this filthy human being.

The ones that end up being ostracized is my girlfriend and her family, since they refuse to every be in his company.

Is that weird?  Is that weird that this mother-in-law is so little a person to take a stand?  Yah, I would say so.  This woman is not one that I would respect.

It makes me mad that my girlfriend and family are on the outs while the company is there.  I really have tried to be understanding but I don’t get it.  I have tried to put myself in her place… if it was my beloved brother… and my daugher-in-law came and told me that he touched her… what would I do?

Well, first of all, let’s not belittle that it was simply inappropriate  touching. It was wrong.  Obviously, or why else wouldn’t he sit there and grope her in front of his wife?  If this was my brother, I would confront him.  I would slap him up side his head.  I would not listen to denial.  I would tell him to apologize.  I would make sure that my daughter-in-law was always first.  My brother would not be invited if it was something that made her uncomfortable.

OK… this makes me mad.   See, my girlfriend and family will be excluded from a family event because no one is willing to stand up.

I hate that we just pretend that these things don’t happen.  How are we going to teach our children to stand up… to report wrong… if we don’t empower them to do so.  I really hope that I, my generation of parents, can and will take a stand to correct a wrong doing.

I pray that my boys are never violated in any way.  I pray that they grow up to be good men, that respect women and children.  I pray that they have the courage if ever needed to face evil rather than run away from it.

I pray for those women that deal with the memories of being betrayed.  It sucks.  I wonder when we are going to stop protecting those bad people because it could be embarrassing.

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My Mom Is Here…

My mom is here.

This means a bunch of stuff… It means that I am fed and not cooking!  It means that I eat all the time… even if I am not hungry!

It means that laundry is caught up… It means that there is laundry happening all the time!  It means that I see a shirt or sweater that I forgot about!  It means that all the socks are paired.  It means that Sanj’s dress socks are overflowing out of his drawer.

It means that Josh is not clinging to me.  He loves my mom as much as me.  He even told me,  “I love Amamma and you the same!”  He sleeps with her.  He hollers for her to wipe his bum.  He kisses her with his sticky ice cream lips and she giggles.

It means that I hear all about the Bollywood scene.  My mom loves her Indian movies.  She tells me the stories as if I am a huge fan. I am not.  I find the movies way to long and bothersome to read subtitles for 3 hours.  Yet, my mom loves her movies.

It means that she will look through my books to find a new one that interests her.  She is a beach read/ romantic novel type.  If she finds one that she likes, she will re-read it over and then again.

It means that my house will be very warm.  My mom is always cold.  She is always layered.  So, the thermostat will be up a few degrees.

I think she exhausts herself while she is here.  Yet I know she also sleeps well.

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this is a test!

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Be Like Jesus…

Calling yourself a Christian is a huge thing.  That in itself is a huge thing, don’t you think?You are a walking, talking witness of Christ, when you call yourself a Christian.  Here’s the thing about Christianity… it should be really about the relationship… it should be about Jesus and YOU!

This week I had  experiences that made me cringe.  I was driving to various cities, stopping at the local Christian book store to invite them to put my brother’s book in their store.   This engaged chatter… about various authors and speakers etc.

The person I was talking to said something along the lines of this pastor would be great if he was a Christian.  Ouch.  There was the explaination that this person believed in Universalism .  Obviously, this belief was not acceptable in the eyes of this person. Wow.

Sanj had a patient in this week.  A little 85 year old man that drove all the way from Toronto, himself, with no appointment.  This man was a friend of a friend from the church that Sanj grew up in.

This man was complaining about how back in the day, they worshipped a certain way.  Now days, many different ethnicity had come into the church and they way they worshipped was almost a mockery!  Oh Dear!

Here’s the thing, I have a huge issue with church when we got so focused on doctrines and beliefs that we forget the part of being Christ-like.  Really, does it not make you nervous to judge someone else’s walk?  Does it not make you nervous to question the realness of another person’s beliefs?

In my brother’s video on his book he said:

“People are still seeking spirituality… what they are not seeking is religion.”

I love that.  I have seen religion over the last 40 years of my life.  Often it gets you no where.  If you are not seeking spirituality in you religion, what do you really have?

This is not to discount church.  Of course not… especially to each his own… but there are so many things that seem to be able to cloud up the walk… you know, that walking hand in hand with Jesus?

Being Christlike is a huge thing.  It is what I continually seek to be… because ultimately, if it isn’t about my God and me then what is the point?

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Normalized!

I survived today!

Sanj was away (again) to attend a conference in Texas.  He actually isn’t away that often, it just happened to be that the two conferences that he had planned to attend fell so close together.  As he was leaving, he handed me the dread schedule.  The hockey schedule.  I was grimacing because his face  told me it was going to be ugly.  I looked at the paper, that looked more like a map.  I felt my heart racing.  Yet, as I looked at his face, I could see he was trying really hard to make it easy.  I told him I hated him (but not really, of course) and took a deep breath.  Hockey.  It really should have been spelt with only four letters!

Thankfully, my mom is here so I didn’t have to inflict the pain onto Josh, who hates being at the arenas.  It was good.  Max’s game was fun to watch.  It was all good.

Anyway, hockey is done for the night.  I am looking forward to the clock going back.  An extra hour of sleep!  I love that.  Of course with that comes the early darkness.  It means winter and all that stuff.  Yet… there is the extra hour of sleep!

Today, as I was driving back into town for the 4th time to bring Sammy to work,  I was watching this kid of mine, who spent the afternoon on the ice helping the other teams with their practice.  He rushed home to shower and was heading back to work.  Later, he would be off to hockey again to play for Sanj’s team since he was gone.  I was watching him with pride.  Sammy usually drives me nuts with all his teenage craziness.  Yet, there was this child of mine, looking very grown up and so sweet as he was getting himself together for work.

Then I had a moment… Sammy looked at me and asked, “Mommy, do you think that JimBob and Johnny (made up names of his friends) can go to the concert in Toronto to hear such and such a group?”

Why did I have a moment?  Well, here is the thing… it was such a normal moment!  I was taken by the normalness of the question.  I had such a not normal childhood/teenage years that it is all I yearn for as a parent… to provide my children with normalness.

I loved that here was my teenager asking to go to a concert in Toronto and I loved knowing that I would say no.  I love that it is OK for Sammy to be annoyed, probably argue and all that  stuff.  We are just being a normal family.

Do you understand that?  After years of growing up, knowing we were not normal… it is such a gift to be normal!

Enjoy your extra hour of sleep!

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My New Home… Welcome!

Hi Everyone,
As you can see, I have moved!  I am so excited about the coming changes to my blog.      The biggest is that I have a new address… my own website!

As excited as I am about this, I am a very big dummy when it comes to understanding the computer’s mind.

So… please bear with me as I make the changes in the next week or so.

I know that once it is running the way I want and need, it will be so awesome!

Thanks for being patient with me!

xoxo

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Monkey See, Monkey Do!

Out of the mouth of my babe:

S:  “Mommy, I am going to grow my mustache during November for prostitute cancer awareness.”

Not sure what mustache he may be referring to!  The older boys are so fixated on their supposed facial hair.  “Mommy, is it true that if I shave that my hair will grow in faster?”  This is followed later in the month by, “Mommy, feel my face.”  I did.  I wasn’t sure what I was feeling for.  “Can you feel my stubble?”  So cute! 

Back to the topic of nicknames for the boys on my blog… T comes in to my office and says, “Mommy, can I be Sukulicious?”  Me:  Yum… NO!

I had lunch with a friend today… yes again.  This seems to go in waves.  I get so occupied with life and its constant demands.  Then I see my girlfriend, like the one I had lunch today with and wonder why haven’t we spent any time together?  After that time spent, I feel so good.  Maybe not as alone…  better understood.  

Next week is the Taste of India.  Next week!  How did that happen?  I am feeling a bit of panic.  So much to do.  This town of mine, this community I am part of is such a last minute kinda of town.  It is very frustrating!  I know the tickets will start going… well they are selling… it’s just that does everyone have to wait so last minute???  I have asked God for us to sell 100 tickets… 150 would be a huge gift.  🙂

(In town?  Want a ticket?  Email me at sukreema@hotmail.com).

My mom is here.  The boys had supper already.  It is 4:43pm.  They feasted on rice and fish curry.  It is an all time favorite.  They love having my mom here.

Today I was thinking of God and how blessed I am to believe in my Heavenly Father.  I love that He gets me.  I love that even when I am disappointed that I can believe with all my heart that He, God, has me covered.  I know that the answer is not yet or maybe just plain no.  I have learned to give up the temper tantrums and just have faith.  Of course, just Sunday I was in the midst of giving into a temper tantrum… yet midway lost the energy.

My cousin put this on facebook…  the article is from National Geographics…  “This chart depicts the public acceptance of evolution theory in 34 countries in 2005. Adults were asked to respond to the statement: “Human beings, as we know them, developed from earlier species of animals.” The percentage of respondents who believed this to be true is marked in blue; those who believed it to be false, in red; and those who were not sure, in yellow.”

I can’t image truly believing in evolution.  I realize that if I wasn’t born into Christianity… maybe it may be more of a possibility.


Maybe if my life was not to crazy that I needed to believe in a High Power… in my God that this may be more understanding.


I guess this makes life more interesting.  Each with their own thoughts and beliefs.  I am just so grateful that my God, the One that made me, in His likeness, constantly makes Himself real to me.


I love knowing that there is a big picture and it is all under control.


As I struggle to make sense of some of my realities… I am so glad that the God that made me, understands it all.  Yet really, when I look at some of my family, it is possible to believe in evolution!   😉


Monkey see, Monkey do!

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Mr. and Mrs.

Out of  the mouth of my babes…

Max:  “A few years ago, I thought that  ladies peed from their bum.”  Insert crazy laughing.

Tyler: ” Today we had to watch the Miracle of Life.  It was gross.  That lady had too much hair.  If she knew that she was going to be video’d she should have shaved.”  Insert his mom’s face that has a very disturbed look!

Yikes…  I love seeing my boys learning stuff…especially the things that are about life and not learned in school.  Sometimes the facts about life can be so shocking!

I had a good day today.  I took my T out of lunch… and tried to talk to him.  I wanted him to know that life, high school, all that stuff is rough at times.  I wanted him to know that I think that he is awesome.  I wanted him to know that I really need him to talk when things are bothersome so we can help him.

T… instead of writing out my kids names I am going to use initials… since this isn’t really about them but about me.  I was telling them about this…. and said pick a name you want me to use… this is what I was given…  check it out…  some of the names my boys wanted to be known as…  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pCdmiZyyGjQ.  They are so silly.
If you looked at the calendar at our house, you would see that it is calling for more hockey!  Today Z plays @6 p.m. and JJ and T play @ 7 p.m.  It works out that I can run them in and Sanj will be there to pick them all up.  J was in bed way to late last night.  I am so glad that I can zip into town and zip back.  

I need to be home in the evenings.  It just gives everyone a sense of all is right.  When you have a big house load of kids, it is a blessing to have friends that are willing to pitch in with rides when needed.  

I had the nicest lunch with a friend, totally spontaneous.  It was a great way to spend a bit of time decompressing.  As she talked about my blog, she said how I change from topic to topic…  I looked at her… quizzically, wondering if this is a bad thing?  She said, “you never finish on the topic you start.”  True… I am a bit of an ADHD blogger!  🙂  So on a totally different note…

Today I was in the school and passed a bunch of kids…  some said, “Hi Mrs. Sukumaran…” others said, “Hi Reema…”  It is such a funny thing… addressing a senior person with their title.  Do you teach your kids to call adults by Mr. or Mrs.?  This is how I grew up.  Everyone was Mr. or Mrs… or they were auntie or uncle.  It didn’t matter if there was blood relations there.

I kind of liked it… I didn’t have to worry about names.  Everyone was family.  In the last years, we have another Indian (though mixed with other nationalities too) at our school.  They are great.  There is a chemistry that was there from the first.  As we were deciding what the kids would call the adults, it was almost an immediate and natural thing.  Auntie and Uncle… of course.  They are like family.  Actually at times even better as they don’t come with the drama that family can bring.  I love walking down the hall and hearing their little ones call out, “Hi Auntie Reema…”

Sanj is old school.  He hates being called Sanj by little people… just saying.  It is a cultural thing.  It is something that is engrained in us.  Often I see teachers, for example, on Facebook… and befriend them.  Often they will say, “Forget the Mrs….”  Yet I can’t.  There is respect there… respect that was earned.  

Yet, I see so often the kids using an adult’s first name… is this a north american thing?  I don’t know.  I do know that I teach my kids to always call someone their senior by their title.  It just feels wrong to me to teach them any other way.

So… I am curious… what do you teach your kids?  Is this no longer a sign of respect?  

This picture is of Z having roasted corn on the sidewalk when we were in Little India… Yummy!  The works included salt, chili and lime…


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