My kid turns around and asks me, "Amma, what's my job?" I'm quickly searching for appropriate answers because parenting has a lot of rules now. You cannot demand too much from children. But you should not hide too much from children either! While I'm grappling with the right thing to say, he cheekily says, "To make you and Appa happy, what else?!" He's won over me hands down. Lesson learnt: Don't complicate.
Another day my other darling catches me clutching my head, nursing a headache. She promptly brings me the roll on balm and rubs it in for me. I melt in her warmth. It gets me thinking about how I react when she tells me she is hurt. Her eyes would be welling up with tears, ready to drop; and a tiny sympathetic word would start the deluge. So I would brush it away saying it's just a scratch. I have to teach her to be strong. But maybe all she wants is to be hugged and allowed to cry. Lesson learnt: A little love goes a long way.
When did I stop enjoying the little things they did? Is it because they have grown up a little bit more and I have to teach them so many things. Why am I in a rush to make them model human beings? Can I not afford to let them learn at their pace? Lesson learnt: It's not about who's teaching and who's learning; it's about the willingness to learn.
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You said it Anu.. It's all about the willingness to learn...I think the little people know that they can twist us around those lovable fingers of theirs and when they pretend they are hearing the same set of instructions for the zillionth time as if it's something new to digest, you know it's about them teaching you patience, perserverence, endurance, persistence etc etc. ��
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