On mothers and daughters and BFFs. Blog marathon post 6.

My daughter is at an age which is wonderful. (She will be eleven soon). She is at a stage where she is not a baby anymore and does not need her mother all the time. Yet she is not old enough to not need me at all. That feels good, actually.

She is my hair stylist and fashion consultant. These days we go out together,just she and me--Girlie time. We really have a ball. We check out clothes, shoes and people. We joke and laugh. I love her chuckles, her little snippets of wise observation, her crystal clear logic and her fantastic sense of humour. I see a lot of myself in her, yet she is so different from me.

 She loves her art, just like me, and this is a picture she recently made. Her individuality and style is so darn different from mine, and yet I see in her that same angst I felt as a child, when a picture I created did not match up to the expectations inside my head.

 Her BEEEEEEESSST friend is Nikita.
The other day she came upto me and said she wants to gift Nikita something really unique, something that "you do not get anywhere, even if you pay a million rupees."

We put our head together and finally decided to create a fridge  magnet. My daughter wanted roses on it.  "Maaa Nikita will looooooove the roses," she said with great  joy and longing, her eyes shining at the prospect of making something so beautiful for her best friend.

We tried many times, to make roses out of polymer clay. We made beautiful roses but when we tried to stick them on the base, they went out of shape. We tried many times but were unsuccessful each time.
My daughter's face fell.  I tried suggesting that we could make something else instead of a rose. But no, said my daughter. Roses it had to be and nothing else.

Of course, I could not disappoint her.  So I quilled a paper rose. And then added some satin ones as well. She wanted  to write 'Purvi Nikita BFF' (best friends forever) on the magnet.

When my daughter went for her shower, I quickly created this little magnet. And  I made a little bag to put it in and gift it to her friend.

When she saw it she let out a ear-shattering scream in pure delight. She was overjoyed.
"Ooooh mummy, you are the BESTEST mom in the world," she said and hugged me real tight.

Her friend Nikita was over the moon, to receive such a gift.

If only my daughter knew--I would make a million more magnets for her.
I really would.

After all, she is my BFF but it will take a while for her to know it yet :)

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