It was late evening, in fact, it was almost dinner time, but the little girl wis hed to play. I saw the mother pondering for a while, maybe she wis hed to prioritize the needs of the child. She sighed, but let the child have her way. I saw them run all over the place, shrieking and enjoying every bit as they kicked and shuttled the ball on the lawn. I watched the little girl fall several times, but so great was her enthusiasm that she stood upright within a second. After a while, I saw a contented mother and her happy little daughter climb up the stairs wearily to go home. The mother had forsaken her timely duties and awarded beautiful moments for her daughter to cherish.
Memories del uged as I remembered the growing years of my son. After school in his kindergarten, we would never return back home without playing in the play area of the building for a long time. He taught me batting, bowling, dribbling and made me a complete person by evincing my interests in boyish sports. When he was five years old, a programme of integrating teaching with the use computer technology was launched by Intel to make teachers technologically savvy. I was attending a few extra courses at the Don Bosco School , Hyderabad in summer. Since the school was just a few km away from our home, I would walk and my son would accompany me on his bicycle. He would sit and watch me learn, perhaps the deep interest in computer engineering might have been due to this precursor course.
Now at nineteen he is my best teacher who not only helps me with the technology but shares all my interests of music and art. When he began playing guitar at the age of ten, I began learning Hindustan i Classical. We were an excellent team in merging classical notes with western. The whole journey is a memorable one making me thank God incessantly. My husband’s transfer to Konkan brought me and my son closer. I feel children are true mirrored reflections of their parents. A poise and composure in me was bestowed with the growing years watching the goodness and innocence in my son who has learned to respect people for what they are rather than what they look like or have. My greatest lessons in life were learnt with him as a friend. We do trouble each other, but I learnt that a change in ourselves is a must, if we wis h to see the change in our child.
Robin Sharma says putting one's family at the top priority along with one's health is utmost important.
Time flies and so do children grow. Many of the parents stay away from their families for earning a better livelihood and providing the best to their kids. The child deprived of the parental love loses the affection of the parent in the formative years and grows arrogant with the money gained from the parent to overcome the guilt of neglecting the child. When a child lives with his parents, seeing them struggle for a living teaches him the best lessons in life. The mellowness gained while helping one's parents makes them responsible in life.
A fear created in childhood by parents, teachers or friends become a hurdle in the mindset of a child. We find children hesitantly looking at their parents before taking an initiative because of the fears the parent has associated the child with. Children grow well when they watch their parents as examples of inspiration. Many of the parents want their children to study while they ind ulge in idealistic talk or watch television. I have seen my friends and many parents turn into role models for their children by perfecting their lives while many more ruining the lives of their children through neglect and overindulgence.
Perhaps parenting is an art like listening. A barrie r in the approach of the parent is an obstruction in the frame of mind in the child. Trust, amnesty, accountability or adaptability are gifts subtly conferred to children through quality parenting.
Ruskin Bond values the parental relations above all pressures and impulses in life. His childhood wistfulness of unhappy days persists in his realization signifying the disturbing emptiness. Bond feels that parents are responsible for their children and should mend their differences as the child has an undeniable right upon his parents love logically.
The love a parent has for a child, there's nothing else like it. No other love so consuming.”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
― Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes
Loved reading this post.100% true!
ReplyDeleteThank you Vimala, this post was a clarification of my thoughts....
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