June 18/2015
Its a routine we follow from the time my daughter started to sleep by herself in her own room. I read her two or three stories or poems , have some silly talks and recite our daily prayers . Then I will stay with her until she dozes off to sleep. We open up more closely during these routine exercise. We make silly faces, laugh at silly jokes and more often its a trigger for Samyuktha to share her fears and feelings to me .I treasure each and every moment of this time . At times these silly nothings really make sense and have much deeper meaning if you think that way.
If I do not write it down ,I will forget them. I want to look back at the memories and cherish each and every moment I spent with her . These might be little things. But, "One day you will look back and realize they were the big things "
Bedtime Talks with Samyu #1
Another bedtime small talk with my daughter.
Samyu : "Mom, do we loose our sensitivity when we grow up?"
Me: "no, we don't..why did u ask?"
Samyu : " it was raining during the day, and the high schoolers were still playing football in the(school) ground . don't they know they are getting wet?"
Me: " Its not that their sense organs stop working ( she is currently learning about sense organs in class). May be they love the game they were playing so much that they don't care if its raining or not "
Samyu: "oh,OK,we friends were thinking they might have lost the sense to feel the rain"..chuckle..
These kind of small talks keeps me thinking (as always..)
In a sense, it is right..we grown ups at times lose the ability to be sensitive.. we are so busy prioritizing and planning our own lives that at times we become insensitive to others feelings. Or we pretend that we don't know..we don't want to know whether our words have hurt somebody, we don't want to know whether our (in)actions causing stress to somebody, we don't want to have a meaningful conversation ..everything is good as is. Why invite trouble? I am not generalizing, but some people just love to live in a fool's paradise !
-R.
Its a routine we follow from the time my daughter started to sleep by herself in her own room. I read her two or three stories or poems , have some silly talks and recite our daily prayers . Then I will stay with her until she dozes off to sleep. We open up more closely during these routine exercise. We make silly faces, laugh at silly jokes and more often its a trigger for Samyuktha to share her fears and feelings to me .I treasure each and every moment of this time . At times these silly nothings really make sense and have much deeper meaning if you think that way.
If I do not write it down ,I will forget them. I want to look back at the memories and cherish each and every moment I spent with her . These might be little things. But, "One day you will look back and realize they were the big things "
Bedtime Talks with Samyu #1
Another bedtime small talk with my daughter.
Samyu : "Mom, do we loose our sensitivity when we grow up?"
Me: "no, we don't..why did u ask?"
Samyu : " it was raining during the day, and the high schoolers were still playing football in the(school) ground . don't they know they are getting wet?"
Me: " Its not that their sense organs stop working ( she is currently learning about sense organs in class). May be they love the game they were playing so much that they don't care if its raining or not "
Samyu: "oh,OK,we friends were thinking they might have lost the sense to feel the rain"..chuckle..
These kind of small talks keeps me thinking (as always..)
In a sense, it is right..we grown ups at times lose the ability to be sensitive.. we are so busy prioritizing and planning our own lives that at times we become insensitive to others feelings. Or we pretend that we don't know..we don't want to know whether our words have hurt somebody, we don't want to know whether our (in)actions causing stress to somebody, we don't want to have a meaningful conversation ..everything is good as is. Why invite trouble? I am not generalizing, but some people just love to live in a fool's paradise !
-R.
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