Hey my cuddly baby…let’s have some fun together…..I have a secret to tell you….don’t tell this to anyone, OK….including Mommy….feeling tired….lie down on my lap…let me sing a lullaby and pat on your back so that you can sleep tight….OK, wake up…it’s time to eat something, go and play….let’s do it….
Our sweet little bugs bunny. Vidya wanted some photos of Anirud in standing position. We were to choose and decide from the same for his 1st birthday invitation card. If making him stand for few minutes is one herculean task, to make him smile or laugh at the same time is another formidable challenge. I had to make all kind of noises, faces and at the same time hold the camera steady and keep clicking those smiling visage. Now I realize what amount of patience one must have to take advertisements with children. It is an experience by itself.
I had created my own lullaby for my son…sweetie boy, sweetie boy…sweetie, sweetie boy….cutie boy, cutie boy…cutie, cutie boy He is our petite charmer who really warms our soul…when he makes those chirpy laughs and gives those bright smiles…it’s so natural… He was zany in those hooded outfit, green shorts and blue striped white shoes…having whale of a time posing and smiling for the camera…
How unspoiled and immaculate are these kids when they are born…and when they grow, we put them through our own rigor mechanisms and we want them to be conditioned to be what we aspire to be in our own lives. If we are not able to achieve something because of our own laxity, we expect to fulfill that through our own children. Aren’t we totally unfair. Why do we impose on them, for which we ourselves do not want to take the pain. And we justify this by saying, we want to build and provide them with a solid future. Some crap.
I have a burning desire to learn and play guitar, but I don’t want to take any effort to do that, but I want my son to play guitar. But would he be interested? What do I care, it’s in my interest that I want him to learn and play guitar. I have another justification here, he would not be in a position to choose what is good for him and hence I have to make that decision for him. There you go, “all mighty” parents (playing God) who force everything down the throat of your kids. Will they evolve all by themselves or do we really need to mould them. By conditioning them in the way we want them to be, are we not killing their natural learning instincts to touch, feel and realize the world where they belong. It would be another great journey for Vidya and myself, as we would also grow up with Anirud. Relive those child hood days…fantastic memories of being cuddled, huddled, loved and cared for in utter glee and wonderment. Those were the best days…for anyone, indeed. Welcome my son, enjoy the spirit of childhood, it comes only once in your lifetime.
Beautiful Life 