Time flies. There is nothing remotely wise about this statement. Or novel. However, the point of significance of 'time' and its mere transience is more often than lost. And with that is lost the sweetness or bitterness of the experiences we have. We later refer to them as memories.
You are close to 3 now. As you keep claiming depending on when it suits you, a 'big girl' - specially when wanting to eat spicy foods and a 'little one' when you wish to be pampered. The last 3 years have been a revelation.
I was told that parenthood is the best thing that can happen to anyone. I am still not sure on that. It depends entirely on the life one had before it.
But one thing is certain. Its an experience which is not to be missed. Its not about unconditional love. Its not about faith or trust. Not about knowing yourself better. Not about probably making a better person out of a parent. Not about continuation of a part of me. Not also about the entertainment a child is able to provide by doing nothing of note.
Its just about knowing your own parents better. Much better. In fact, to the extent of knowing themselves for the first time.
What we know of our parents when we grow up is just an aspect of their life, centered around us. They are hardly that person or were before they became parents.
The things they did for us, the anxiety that followed every time we were out of the house - its not possible to fathom the reasons for these at 18. And by the time, we have a measure of what they truly are, 'time's gone. And then you think about what you can do for them and there are no answers that can satisfy you. All seem a bit too insignificant.
And they still don't ask for anything. Probably that's parenthood.
As we enjoy ours, with you, through you, oblivious to you, we will remember the time, when you asked with wide eyed wonder about how is YOUR mother related to YOUR granny, or when you asked for an umbrella because YOUR car was getting drenched in the rain or the gleeful delight in executing a perfect fart or your expression of irritation when I cuddle you for the 50th time of the day.
You are close to 3 now. As you keep claiming depending on when it suits you, a 'big girl' - specially when wanting to eat spicy foods and a 'little one' when you wish to be pampered. The last 3 years have been a revelation.
I was told that parenthood is the best thing that can happen to anyone. I am still not sure on that. It depends entirely on the life one had before it.
But one thing is certain. Its an experience which is not to be missed. Its not about unconditional love. Its not about faith or trust. Not about knowing yourself better. Not about probably making a better person out of a parent. Not about continuation of a part of me. Not also about the entertainment a child is able to provide by doing nothing of note.
Its just about knowing your own parents better. Much better. In fact, to the extent of knowing themselves for the first time.
What we know of our parents when we grow up is just an aspect of their life, centered around us. They are hardly that person or were before they became parents.
The things they did for us, the anxiety that followed every time we were out of the house - its not possible to fathom the reasons for these at 18. And by the time, we have a measure of what they truly are, 'time's gone. And then you think about what you can do for them and there are no answers that can satisfy you. All seem a bit too insignificant.
And they still don't ask for anything. Probably that's parenthood.
As we enjoy ours, with you, through you, oblivious to you, we will remember the time, when you asked with wide eyed wonder about how is YOUR mother related to YOUR granny, or when you asked for an umbrella because YOUR car was getting drenched in the rain or the gleeful delight in executing a perfect fart or your expression of irritation when I cuddle you for the 50th time of the day.
