You wake up half an hour before him
Prepare his milk and nutritive additive, make him drink it in his sleep. Put him back to sleep and coax him out of bed after 20 minutes. Sleep walk him through the ablutions and cleaning his teeth and then coax life back into him under the shower by this time he becomes a shampoo and shower gel wasting monster that depletes the bottle faster than his parents can use in half a month. He becomes a question spawning machine to which you have no answers and the cell phone and google is not waterproof so answers can wait for another time.
You help him tie his basketball shoe laces cos the laces are too long for him to master the double knot.
Mother has packed his breakfast tiffin. Water bottle and bottle of Tang for the sugar rush when he wants it.
School bag and the change of school dress clothes and black shoes and the jing bang, basket ball juggling and car keys between the two of us. We scuttle into the car, drive .... Reverse park infront of the school boundary ball for an easy getaway when the regular school mayhem sets loose and all organised pandemonium of 12000 kids start to drop in to the school for the day.
You half speed walk and half jog with all the juggling towards the basket ball court.
We reach before the coach does.
The coach reaches.
It's 6.35 am only.
The day begins to roll... For the next one hour it's a lot of stretching running round the big field, warming up before the shit on the court begins. I just read today about what motivated the kids to bust their asses.
"Why do I bust my ass so much ? So that I can bust yours ! "
So much so for sweating and dribbling the ball and the beads of sweat all over the court with a few water breaks and shooting through the hoops. Running running and running and stop break sideways and change sides and reverse run. While I watch from the sidelines.
Lots of the kids are doing the same thing but you can tell that some are just going through the motions and some are putting more than their heart into it.
Thank god we are back to the evening routine. 🎈
I would never have survived the morning ordeal with him.
As he grows up in pictures.
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