Our relationship as husband and wife is
somewhat like the Delhi weather, fraught with extremes. We love each other
deeply and the fights are intense too. We were having a bad day, hubby and I
had a terrible fight in the morning, over the same old topic of him not taking
up some of the domestic responsibilities, of not taking away some burden off my
shoulders. After the heated exchange comes the silent phase just like humidity
after the rain, when we play the game of I-am-not-talking-to-you.
I strongly believe that my children should not be
impacted in anyway even when we parents fight. I need to play the role of a
mother seamlessly. The wife in me should not change the mother to my children.
Although I believe it, it is very hard to follow, to divide yourself into
different parts and to bring forward a different facet for each person.
Soon after the argument I took my elder son out
to play and to get some fresh air too. I showed him a few things, then we
started running on a pathway made of large pieces of stone, each placed a few
inches apart. A beautifully designed pathway for enjoying long leisurely walks
on, but my son and I were running and he with his small legs was jumping energetically from
one stone to the next. I was extremely upset inside but my gleeful leaps concealed
my feelings completely.
I grasped his tiny hand and kept counting loudly
as we jumped from one stone to the next (so he would learn to count as we
played). After doing this a couple of times, my three year old who has much
more energy than me started running faster and I feared that he might fall and
hurt himself, so instead of asking him to slow down, I said in the singsong tone he
usually speaks, "Mujhe darr lag raha hai" (I am scared) and he in his sweet voice immediately replied, “Daro mat Mumma, mein tumhe bacha lunga." (Don’t be scared Mumma, I
will save you).
His words touched my heart, I just kept looking
at his innocent face. Till a few months ago he could barely speak and at that
moment in time he had said something profound. It was one of the best things
anybody had ever told me. I hugged him and had he not pulled me away to play again, I would have shed a tear or two. His words meant the world to me and indeed he saved
me that day. I was not feeling so miserable anymore, instead I felt loved and
cared for.
A few words of can make a huge difference to the people who love you. You never know the impact it may have on them.
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A few words of can make a huge difference to the people who love you. You never know the impact it may have on them.
If you enjoyed reading this, then you may also enjoy The Parenting Roller Coaster and Gods on Fire
So true... A few words are enough to make a huge difference. And that reminds me iv just scolded my younger bro.. He has forgiven me BT I need to say sorry.. Very well described :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Shahen!
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