Kids are always adorable and the most lovable part in our life.They can bring joy and peace to you even at the time you feel that the world ends right infront of you. Being born in a big joint family, I always had experienced many short comings in my life as a child. I used to be sad or extremely disappointed for not being pampered like my cousins who were, I felt, ‘specially’ treated by their parents. My mother, who had become a widow very early, had no time to give much attention to what we lacked and wished as she was busy working hard from dawn to dusk in sewing threads for our daily meal. I would always complain her that every kid in the family got everything they asked but not me. She was not able to convince me then why I was not presented anything by anyone. Later it brought many problems in my behavior. A result of being treated as a ‘Yatheem’(orphan) , the term used by my relatives to address the child without a guardianship. They would sympathize and find it as a reason for my misbehavior and indiscipline of fighting with other children and bunking school classes though I had set out everyday to the school from my house. According to them, the ‘Yatheem’ kid would be undisciplined and hopeless. During my school days, often my mother had to put on her black clad and step out of the house to meet my class teacher and request for giving me another chance to sit in the class. But when my mom knowing that I was kept out of the school for not paying my fees which I wouldn’t have asked her as i thought she wouldn’t have money to pay it, she would wipe her tears and hug me at the end and tell I shouldn’t hide such things thereafter. Sometimes hearing many complaints about me for the things I have done or ‘invloved’, my mother would eventually emit her anger beating me until the stick she took to beat me broken. In protest, though hungry, I would run to lie down and cover my body with a blanket. Later she would come and fondle the beaten area affectionately as to make me feel she didn’t mean to give me pain and tell whatever she had to consol me and feed me with her hands.Also a fight with my sister was routine in those days but I would always loose it as she knew how to twist it when I want to retaliate her for pinching me with her sharp nails or when she runs snatching the new story book I bought. There was not a single day then when I had no fight with her.The evidence of her sharp nail are the scars still left visible on my face. We hardly spoke anything with affection and the unending fights had left an unseen barrier between us. My mother hadn’t involved in our routine fight as she knew that we never cease.Every time we fought like arch rivals and it was true that I always believed she was my real enemy when she would lie to my mother the things that I had not done which would result in another brawl between us.And I had started talking to her properly after i came home for my first vacation from Middle East after 5 years long stay there and I knew howmuch I had missed her in my life when I was away from my home.We had pretty good time when I had reached matriculation as my brother had reached gulf and started earning and looking after us.The petro dollars brought much affluence in our life. I too had my hand in helping my family’s life flourish by the dollars.But still I would tease my mother telling that I was not loved by her then.I didn’t know the pain of a parent when a child told the parent that he was not loved by his mother.That would be the impossible thing to happen in a world where everything is possible today.It is our duty to make our children that they are treated equally in the family.I have no complains over the way how my mother had treated us then as she had many limitations. Today we know that being a single parent,how difficult it would have been for her to give attantion for us by being busy winning our breads. Gradually we managed to understand that she was helpless and both are equal and important in her life.Managing such emotional clashes in a child could be a challenge to parents as it depends completely the ambiance children grow and the way we respond to such circumstances. Every step or noise could be a joy for a parent but also a pain if you don’t manage them properly. There are instances of kids keeping the dislike to their own siblings and later,when they are grown being it a reason for an unending acrimony which will led to a vengeance to own blood.Today,i am happy for being able not to see any tears rolling on those little cheeks and any fighting between them in my house that were once part of my childhood, as we have succeeded in making all of them feel that everybody love them and the love is impartial and in return, we too expect, they nurture the love between them and make our world more beautiful and peaceful and more significantly the world they live in sans our presence. Let’s all pray for such wonderful world where the kids bring peace and tranquility to our life and when they grow, they too spread the importance of loving eachother.
Nepolean said ‘If there are no flowers blossoming and children smiling on the earth,I would have rather ended this world than making peace’.
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