Thank you mom
for letting me fall
when I started to walk
I can run now
Thank you
for letting me scribble on the wall
I can write stories now
Thank you
for letting me make a mess in the kitchen
I can cook for fifty people now
thank you
for letting me make mistakes
I can make right choices now
Thank you mom
for not cocooning me
but you stood behind me
I can live my life now.
Kavini
Poised at the brink of the precipice
gazing at the raging waves
crashing at the jagged rocks
the savage beauty alluring
to ride the potent waves.
Effervescent swell rising up
hammering the shoreline to embrace it anew
a violent beauty
a sight that was spectacular
tantalizing my senses obliterating
the warmth left behind.
My heart yearned
to relish , rejoice and lose myself
in that magnificent epitome of nature.
A foot is that needs for the plunge
while the hearth at home beckoned me
the savage beauty seduced me
a war between the nature and nurture.
Amidst this whirlpool of sensations
stood I a feet closer to precipice.
Kavini
My parents are seventy years and sixty four years old respectively.
Dad is a retired teacher and mother has been a home maker who has held our family together while dad was busy trying to provide a roof over our head.
There wasn’t a decision in my life that I have not consulted with my father or mother.
When I went out shopping I always discussed with my mother about the kind of dresses or accessories that I wanted to buy. (I may not have always listened to her suggestions but I always discussed things with her)
Dad was always there when I had to decide upon what subjects to specialise in during high school, when I had to decide whether to get married to the person who was chosen by my parents. But, whatever decision I had to take they stood by me giving the message that we are here for you, no matter what.
As we all know, as we become old enough and start leading a life of our own,some of the discussions that we had with our parents dwindle down. For some of us it completely stops, where us some of us still continue to have discussions with our parents.
As they grow older, their second childhood visits them and the responsibility of taking care of our parents falls on us. How many of us do a good job?
Sometimes we try to smother them with our love and care. Let us think about a few things before we proceed. We are taking about those individuals who have had their own careers, who have been making decisions for a long time in their lives. And to this individual who has been independent and the person who has been taking decisions all his/her life , we tell them through our love that we will take decisions for them. Why do we rob the joy of making a choice from them.
How many time have we decided for them without even consulting with them about where they are going to spend their summers or winters. How many times have we decided for them when they will go to your brother’s or sister’s place? How many times do we decide for them whether they can travel to another relatives house or not?
Our lives are filled with incidents like these, where out of love for our parents , when they are in their second childhood we make decisions for them thinking about their well being and forgetting that they have been making their own decisions in life.
Agreed some of them may not be in a fit condition to make the right decision but why rob them of the opportunity to think about all the possibilities that are available to them?
Let us love them and not smother them. While they are still capable of making their own choices let us step back and let them make that choice. Nothing gives them more pleasure than listening to their children sharing their ideas with them and giving importance to their suggestions.
Kavini
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