That’s what love, the greatest healer, is all about: To forgive and, sometimes, to forget. As a good human being, I have forgiven my daughter. The only thing they want from the society is love and respect. They are selfless and want to give back to the society. Noble laureate Rabindranath Tagore had once said, “Every child comes with a message that God is still not discouraged of man.” God is not discouraged as humanity does exist and so do good human beings, who tell us the difference between right and wrong and protect us from adversity. The young generation has enjoyed all the comforts of life without being part of the real struggle. I often feel we are the last generation who are respectful towards our parents and elders. Being apologetic is also a part of that process. If you love someone, you have got to respect that person. To me, love and respect are parts of the same coin. I was taught to be disciplined, talking to elders with respect and steering clear of “taboo” topics. I was shy, hesitant and never knew how my mother would react. Growing up as a teenager, there were several questions that I wanted to ask my mother, but I didn’t have the courage to ask. It is often said that you should practice what you preach. But I never got an answer whether a child could be so rude and without proper manners while addressing her parent, especially to a mother. She said that a parent needed to behave in a certain manner. I asked her the reason for speaking to me the way she did. I went back to my daughter and looked at her. These were some of reasons for me leaving my well-paying job. An unconventional, selfless and non-judgemental love. They need their mother: motherhood, after all, is a symbol of love. I need to inculcate a sense of right and wrong into them. They need to be carefully oriented and trained. I love them more than myself: It was the sane when I was professionally engaged and even now when I am a “homemaker”. I left my prestigious job to look after my kids as they mean everything to me. Since there was only one “earning” member in the family now, I had to say goodbye to my permanent help. I got busy in doing most of the chores by myself as I loved my kids. Initially, it was difficult as I had been used to giving instructions to my help on phone. And, yes, I had a heart filled with love. I had always followed my heart and I did it again. I did not listen to all my well-wishers, including my better half, and I resigned from my services. I had two kids to look after and care for. And we obediently did.Īfter completing 14 years of my professional stint, I decided to quit. Like any other middle-class family, this was the dictum that had to be followed. One of the few things my brother and I were instructed to follow quite early in our lives was to respect others and to be financially independent as soon as possible. Right since my childhood, we were surrounded by books. Both my parents were in the teaching profession. I was born in a humble middle-class family. Her life, her priority, her thoughts and ideas are all kids- centric. This is the love story of a mother and her two adorable kids. Was it the right way a child should have spoken? Was it the way a child should show love to her parent? Was that the right way of parenting? Did I fail in my parenting? Was this love? She did not respond and just left the room banging the door behind. I gathered my strength and reminded her that this was not the way a child was supposed to talk. Why are you sitting and reading? Go in the kitchen and prepare something,” said my 12-year-old daughter. “Mumma, you are not supposed to talk to me like this. On Valentine’s Day, we feature a curated selection of love stories that will tug at your heartstrings.) The next full moon, which falls on February 16, is all set to put under the spotlight our passions, our romantic quests. Outlook's issue revisited The Beatles’ words of wisdom: “All You Need Is Love.” What’s more, we will publish love stories all year long. Going against the grimy grain of contemporary political discourse, we have declared 2022 to be the year of love: for us, talking about love in a time of hatred is a revolutionary act. No matter what, love finds a way, almost always. If love tears us apart, it also keeps us alive. (Love is our deepest value: Love is freedom, love is salvation.
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