For a while I have been thinking of writing about my son and in general, about children. Thinking of my son brings such a shower of mixed emotions to me that it's hard to choose just one thing about him on which I can write. Firstly, I was thinking of making a list of things which he says or does - things which are very important to him, but equally funny for us. For example, he is trying hard to remember the days of the week, but only manages Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday...Friday. This amuses me much.
He speaks in pukka Lancashire dialect, and given that we were born and brought up in India, his speech amazes us in a certain way, although we know that speak ing like English people is nothing amazing for a child his age.
But the most amazing and wonderful thing is seeing him grow. When he laughs and jumps and writes and cries and plays by himself, he seems to be a little dream amidst the mundane reality of everyday life. The joy that he brings to my eyes is hard to describe. I realise time and again that he is a part of me, tho' not attached to me physically, but an extension of me. Nothing is so close to my existence as he is, except my mother; because again I'm a part of her as he's a part of me.
Then in general, isn't it always wonderful to look at young children? For me, the younger they are, the more pleasing they are to the eyes. The tiny-winy ones in cribs are the loveliest, then come the swaying toddlers, almost falling with every step, but still so confident - giving a damn to people and things around them - as if the world belongs to them. They come to school with their older siblings, eating a piece of apple or cheese, looking at the world with wide eyes and taking in every single little thing around them. The 3-5 year olds are more energetic and have lots of words at their disposal, they love to talk and school is the most important place for them.
15th Feb 2008
Today I lost a bangle, and searched for it all day. My son saw my distress, and assured me that there was no need to worry so much, because we could make another one again with ''some cotton wool and sticky tape''. He explained to me how a beautiful new bangle could be made of those things, and then added: ''See, it can't be THAT difficult!"
It is really a lovely, lovely experience to be with children. This post will go on, and will surely be quite long, as I will keep adding to it every now and then. Till then, be happy, and try to look at the world with a child's eye : you will find that life is very easy, and nothing is too difficult for you.
Another thing that I feel is that holding a baby, cuddling and loving - can make me forget the world. Only looking at a baby and holding her ,I can spend the whole day!
He speaks in pukka Lancashire dialect, and given that we were born and brought up in India, his speech amazes us in a certain way, although we know that speak ing like English people is nothing amazing for a child his age.
But the most amazing and wonderful thing is seeing him grow. When he laughs and jumps and writes and cries and plays by himself, he seems to be a little dream amidst the mundane reality of everyday life. The joy that he brings to my eyes is hard to describe. I realise time and again that he is a part of me, tho' not attached to me physically, but an extension of me. Nothing is so close to my existence as he is, except my mother; because again I'm a part of her as he's a part of me.
Then in general, isn't it always wonderful to look at young children? For me, the younger they are, the more pleasing they are to the eyes. The tiny-winy ones in cribs are the loveliest, then come the swaying toddlers, almost falling with every step, but still so confident - giving a damn to people and things around them - as if the world belongs to them. They come to school with their older siblings, eating a piece of apple or cheese, looking at the world with wide eyes and taking in every single little thing around them. The 3-5 year olds are more energetic and have lots of words at their disposal, they love to talk and school is the most important place for them.
15th Feb 2008
Today I lost a bangle, and searched for it all day. My son saw my distress, and assured me that there was no need to worry so much, because we could make another one again with ''some cotton wool and sticky tape''. He explained to me how a beautiful new bangle could be made of those things, and then added: ''See, it can't be THAT difficult!"
It is really a lovely, lovely experience to be with children. This post will go on, and will surely be quite long, as I will keep adding to it every now and then. Till then, be happy, and try to look at the world with a child's eye : you will find that life is very easy, and nothing is too difficult for you.
Another thing that I feel is that holding a baby, cuddling and loving - can make me forget the world. Only looking at a baby and holding her ,I can spend the whole day!
2 comments:
Komolika,
It might seem easy to write on such a no-so easy topic about children...to understand them, the sensetivities,their world and growing up days...everything comes out best when you do it wholeheartedly! U have captured the emotions in a way to captive readers!!! Kudos...keep writing and sharing your space....My best wishes...way to go.!!
Thanks a ton Anumita,really kind of you!
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