What story comes to your mind when I say ‘MUMMYLOGIC’. Any incident or story where you felt your mom’s love defied the conventional logic. It can be serious, funny, or emotional. Please don’t hesitate to share on this page.
Ms. Pua: I am an independent girl who has studied and worked in California, USA for the longest time. But when I came back to KL my mom started treating me like a little baby. Her everyday chant was…Pua be wary of thieves, lock your car properly, don\’t eat chicken when you are sick, don\’t eat eggs when you have a fever, don\’t be so late after work. I know my mom did this out of love and care, but I am left amused how at this age also she treats me like a baby. And not to forget that I lived all alone in US (not the safest country these days), and that didn\’t worry her much but staying in KL (home) did? If this is not Mummylogic then what is?
Mr. Shekhar: So whenever I go back home (Mumbai) on my holidays, I am very scared about one thing – Gaining Unnecessary Weight. Now don\’t get me wrong, it\’s not me binging and drinking out of Joie de vivre. It\’s my mom that\’s binging on me. Her love includes tons of butter, ghee, sweets and more butter, ghee and sweets. It\’s her Punjabiway of pampering her son. If you are not an Indian reader, you must know that in India, Punjabi\’s don\’t stop growing..like literally. Their penchant for food, drinks, and everything that helps gain extra calorie is insatiable. And we have a word for that. Dakaaar (burp). The louder the better. But yet whenever I dare to say, Mom I want to reduce my obesity..don\’t feed me so much ghee, butter and other lovely fattening products, her candid reply would be \’You go out and eat all that shit junk food with your awara (loser friends) that time you don\’t think of your weight, only at home you have to do these nakhras (whining). And my mind goes blank. Readers – Don\’t think too much about this. There isn\’t any logic, but in a Punjabi family, there is certainly no dearth of Mummylogic.
Ms. PeiLi: My Mummylogic story is slightly dated, but the memories are still vivid in my mind like it all happened yesterday. 9 years ago I was holidaying in Cameron Highlands with my family, and we saw a mysterious looking hut next to a temple, you know the ones you see in old Chinese movies. So we all hopped in with child-like enthusiasm, and it turned out to be a fortune-teller’s house. He read my palm and said ‘You are protected by Goddess of Mercy and you must refrain eating beef, Goddess of Mercy doesn’t believe in killings\’. I loved beef then, and hearing something bizarre like this, I was taken aback. I told myself – ‘I can reduce my consumption, but certainly can’t stop it completely’. Seeing my dilemma, my Mom who is otherwise neither a religious nor a spiritual person got worried. She knew I loved beef, she took it on to herself and quit eating beef. Her sacrifice, her love melted me. I had this mountain of guilt and did not find joy in eating beef after knowing this. Then and now, it’s been 9 years both of us have quit eating beef, and I will never forget what my Mom did for me. I am so proud of my Mummylogic story.
Ms. Neha: Just when you thought that a girl living in a city has a rosier life than the one living in a small town, just when you thought that parents especially fathers are only strict in fictionalized 90\’s Bollywood movies… you got it all wrong. I grew up in a big metropolis – Mumbai by upper-middle-class banker parents and yet I had to follow strict rules at home. My father would not let me step out clubbing, partying, or even a late night dinner with friends. I thought how stuffed my college life was, until my mom arrived as a rescuer, as a liberator, as a friend. Don\’t know how many times she lied my father about my whereabouts. My first party, my first date, my first out of city long drive. All happened because of my mom. Where is Mummylogic in all this? Well, Mom\’s in India lie (sometimes) for their daughters, not to spoil them, but to fill up void from their own past lives, to fulfill their own unmet desires. At times her daughter\’s happiness is her own redemption and this is my Mummylogic story.
Ms. Wendy: I am a working Mom with a pair of twins, and my confession is that ‘being at home with kids’ is sometimes tougher than ‘being at work with colleagues\’. There are times when I have to reluctantly use Un-mommy like techniques to get my kids\’ to behave well. Once I was in a Bank ATM. I wanted to withdraw money but I was so scared that my son will run out of the ATM into the road. What did I do to salvage the situation? I tied his shoe laces together just enough so he can walk in tiny steps but hard for him to move fast or far. Damn Un-mommy like move on my part, but guess what it worked. He whined, he pleaded, but he didn’t run.
Driving along with 2 toddler in car seats is another perfect time for emotional blackmailing (from the kid\’s end of course). Food and entertainment is a must and some days there are even ‘special requests\’. One such request – ‘Mummy can you please hold my foot while you are driving’. And when I say ‘NO’ to that absurd request they start throwing tantrums. No way will any sensible Mom give in to such behavior but under the pressure of nonstop screaming X 2 (if one doesn’t stop soon). I had to given in. Well it was risky to drive with one hand and I promised myself to never do that again …but it bloody worked. You can call it bribe, you can call it dangerous, or you can simply tag me irresponsible, but this is what Mom\’s (sometimes) have to do, and so this story qualifies as my Mummylogic story.
Please don\’t hesitate to share your Mummylogic story.