Moy Moy just graduated from KV School to our Centre for Vocational Training! She loves the jazzy new uniform (she has been wearing KV red for 12 years and she is fed up with it) and is thrilled about meeting all her old friends again (Sakshi, Arjun and Vishal, for instance) and particularly about being with her old teachers – Sunita, Shivani and Hema.

For me, though, the shift presents a major – and possibly insurmountable – challenge. Moy has been at KV so long she is like the reigning Princess there. She comes in when she feels like it, leaves when she decides to and generally has everyone waiting on her hand and foot.

The CVT, which Savita rules with an iron hand, has a whole different set of rules. Moy is expected to be there on time! 9 AM! Just imagine! On Day One, the kids all arrived in a group after a farewell at KV School, so she was there with everyone else. But on Day Two, I raced down there with Moy in her jogging stroller and I felt so proud of myself for arriving at 9:10, a good hour earlier than my usual entrance.

Savita was standing at the Assembly and she glared at me, signed to her watch and went on with whatever she was saying. Sheesh! It’s not easy to grow up!