Once again, a cry from the room while we try to catch moments of grown-up (read, TV!) time in the living room. Once again, we sigh at the thought of giving up our very few moments of personal time in the day.
Once again, the cry for attention, the cry for comfort, the cry for security, the cry for mamma or daddy.
Once again, the rushing to the room, the patting on the back, the swinging in the arm, the mamma or daddy response.
Once again, we lie with him as we put him back to bed and his face moves from a frown to a smile... Once again, he holds our hands in his little ones and gives a sigh of happiness & deep sleep. And all we can do is Sigh!
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Mortal Fear
I was almost reaching meditation levels while waiting my turn for the visa officer to call me at the quiet UK Visa Centre, when I was rudely woken up by a monstrous cacophony that was coming out of what seemed like a 6 year old boy!
My first reaction was that of dismissing the sight as yet another spoilt Delhi kid (quite a few of those around as you would know), when it suddenly happened… it suddenly struck me that this could be MY Delhi kid 5 years from now!
This thought sent me into a freeze worse than a fractured hip, and the pain of such a possibility was quite close to a fracture as well.
I was almost getting a seizure, when my good brain came alive and pointed out to me that the way my son grows up to be is entirely dependant on me as a parent - how I raise him, how I can discipline him, how I can teach him the value of respecting others’ time and space, knowing when to say no to his demands, making him realize his boundaries, and basically not being a pain in the ass.
But even before I could find some peace in this thought, I saw the hapless mother who was trying desperately to leash this 6 year old devil, I saw her face which looked like a black & white movie… I saw her half-open eyes which had ‘defeated’ written large on them… and I saw her posture which would make the Hunchback of Notre dame change his name…. I saw in her a parent 5 years ago, who would have had the same grand notions of parenting, disciplining and raising a good child as I do now…
This realization came fast and cold… sending shivers down my spine… I was back in the freeze.
The Mortal Fear of Parenting had hit me…. and it seems like it’s here to stay…
My first reaction was that of dismissing the sight as yet another spoilt Delhi kid (quite a few of those around as you would know), when it suddenly happened… it suddenly struck me that this could be MY Delhi kid 5 years from now!
This thought sent me into a freeze worse than a fractured hip, and the pain of such a possibility was quite close to a fracture as well.
I was almost getting a seizure, when my good brain came alive and pointed out to me that the way my son grows up to be is entirely dependant on me as a parent - how I raise him, how I can discipline him, how I can teach him the value of respecting others’ time and space, knowing when to say no to his demands, making him realize his boundaries, and basically not being a pain in the ass.
But even before I could find some peace in this thought, I saw the hapless mother who was trying desperately to leash this 6 year old devil, I saw her face which looked like a black & white movie… I saw her half-open eyes which had ‘defeated’ written large on them… and I saw her posture which would make the Hunchback of Notre dame change his name…. I saw in her a parent 5 years ago, who would have had the same grand notions of parenting, disciplining and raising a good child as I do now…
This realization came fast and cold… sending shivers down my spine… I was back in the freeze.
The Mortal Fear of Parenting had hit me…. and it seems like it’s here to stay…
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