Everyone wants that template child these days, the A graders, who excel in sports, coding, music and pretty much everything. Conversations around us always seem to be about them. Tutor for four year old kid kid having difficulties with alphabet sounds, stretching words, and reading. Mine did not even say one full sentence until then, forget stretching words! Another parent is looking for "competitive soccer team for five year old". Another wants math and English tutor for second grader because the kid would not focus, another parent was mentioning how the seventh grader is into cyber coding whatever that is and is in advanced level. They havent met us right?
I always this one question in mind. Where are the normal kids? Where are those that are ten and forget homework, the ones that laugh and make memories, the ones that are playing around and messing up their toys, faces and having fun? What happens when these kids grow up? Do they earn well? Do they get a job? Are they happy in life (subjective to their definition of happiness) where are they?
Mine was lying on the gym floor yesterday and laughing when the instructor wanted him to do dead bug. He just wouldn't. The other day he forgot where Buddha attained enlightenment so wrote "somewhere in asia", he did homework in math class instead of copying teacher's notes to his classwork and his teacher promptly deducted his score for classwork.
While I dont show him, we do laugh and smile at his childishness. He enjoys life. Not advanced life, the regular basic one.
Today is Basant Panchami. For the past seven years my son is my Saraswati. He taught me to be patient, to pace, to love, to cope and hope, to laugh and to actually make world look positive. I wasnt like this. When he was five he did not meet the "template child" requirement. He didn't have friends, he played with himself, he was calm and dreamy at times.
I yelled at him and timed out in a "dark room aka closet" because he did not make friends. He would have that clueless pitiful look on his face not knowing what I meant. Then I realized its not him.. it's me. Its others like me in the world that's making his life difficult! He is just doing what he is. That's when he became my Saraswati, my Goddess of Knowledge.
There are days when my temper gets better of me and I say things that are hurtful to him. When I apologize and ask if he hates me he says "tumi amar ma.. I can never hate you because I know how much you love me" How small I feel in front of him then, I cannot explain. I wish Ma Saraswati blesses parents like me to bear with the gems we gave birth to. I know the world doesnt ask for goodness in any job requirement, but without it the world wouldn't be.
A precious authentic Assam Muga Tussar Silk saree with the bengali wedding blouse.
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