i am proud of my parents. i am immensely grateful to them for having
given me all they have, for having made me what i am, for having
infused in me a sense of gratitude for all the good things that life
has blessed us with. it is the very same gratitude that prompts me to
write this now. most importantly, i am grateful to the great good god
almighty for having given me such wonderful parents in the first place.
for, a lot many of us in life become what we are because of the
circumstances into which we come into existence.parenting is no easy job and i remember quite a few instances as a kid
when, for some reason or the other (not undeserving, looking back!) i
have been thrashed. it didn’t happen everyday, but almost. guess i was
one heluva brat. but when it did happen (every other day!!), it was a
real SOUND thrashing. thankfully, they almost immediately made up
everytime. i didn’t end up as some psychotic loony bin (or at least,
thats what i think of myself!). and so i didn’t understand what all the
fuss is about corporal punishment these days. yeah, there are some
people who go over the bounds and that probably affects children, but
such cases are exceptions and not the rule.it didn’t last too long, the thrashing i mean.
in fact, i can’t even recall when it stopped, but it did. and slowly, my paernts started
treating me more like a friend than a mere kid. i was allowed to make
my own decisions. and as i grew up, some of these ‘decision’ turned out
quite unconventional. and yet, they didn’t object to them. and whats
more, they even stood by me in tough times.i think the bottom line is to love your kids. to think of them not as accidental by-products in your life (thereby failing to give them the
much required care and attention), but to realise that they are
manifestations of the divine, that come through us. and having given
birth to them, it is our moral responsibility to make an effort to
groom them into responsible citizens of our future society.
i think it is apt, to stop my gibberish here and quote kahlil gibran –
And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, “Speak to us of
And he said:
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts.For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bowthat is stable.
God bless you, mother and father of mine!