Time in a grain of sand
If only i could hold time in a grain of sand...freeze time, as my kids would say when they run around playing 'freeze.' Most of us would have played it sometime in our lives...somebody would say 'freeze' and everybody would stand still, till the freezer says 'move.'
When I touch my baby's chubby arms and rounded wrists, innocence swamping his face, I want to make time stand still. When he runs up to me with adoration bubbling in his eyes, I want to make time stand still. When I return from work, and he throws himself at me with boundless joy, I want to make time stand still. When he begs me to sing him a lullaby, to read him a story or put him to bed... when i feel so needed, wanted and loved, I want to make time stand still.
For I wonder, how long will this last?
When I touch my baby's chubby arms and rounded wrists, innocence swamping his face, I want to make time stand still. When he runs up to me with adoration bubbling in his eyes, I want to make time stand still. When I return from work, and he throws himself at me with boundless joy, I want to make time stand still. When he begs me to sing him a lullaby, to read him a story or put him to bed... when i feel so needed, wanted and loved, I want to make time stand still.
For I wonder, how long will this last?
What happened, for this un-typical sentimental style? Of course, the march of time is inevitable and we cannot make time stand still, however much we may want to 'freeze' the moment:( Take care, Juliya
ReplyDeleteis it a hangover from your europe trip and you missing your children more than you would care to admit :)?? but then, i know exactly what you mean......
ReplyDeleteYes I know, Juliya. But when I see grown up children around me treating their parents badly, I feel so miserable. I certainly don't want my kids to grow up and treat me like that. So, in desperation, I want to freeze time...right now...when they love me so unconditionally...
ReplyDeleteYes Roopa, i am sure you can understand the tiny flutter, the tiny fear in my heart
Yup, I can perfectly relate to what you're saying. I get this feeling more when we are spending time together as a family. Children are truly a bundle of joy :)
ReplyDeleteyes vanitha...and you don't ever want to see their faces darken against you...i suppose, this is every parent's dream and some folks are truly lucky to have them come true too
ReplyDeletei believe the trick to keep them that way is to be financially independent always!! Seriously...so many people, especially ones with boys think they dont have to save up for a future. But it can be a really huge burden on the poor child when he is just an MT and finds he has to support his folks and soon, his wife and kids!! Trust me...your own financial independence is the best gift you can give your child.
ReplyDeleteok..am rambling...but i feel very strongly about this...obviously :)
That apart...i know exactly what you are talking about. There are moments when I step outside myself and click with an invisible camera and tuck it away in an album where my heart and mind smile together ;)
Dear Arch, that's what I also used to think. But even if you are financially independent it can still happen; it might soften the blow though. But to any parent, financially independent or not, a blow is a blow. Anyways, come what may, these days I am busy freezing happy moments in my mind :)))
ReplyDeleteYeah, do freeze as many moments as possible,esp. if they're boys, who are yours only till their gals come by.
ReplyDeletedear anonymous, kahlil gibran's words on children come to my mind:
ReplyDeleteYour children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.
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ReplyDeleteWe cannot make time stand still, anyway keep freezing all happiest moments with your kids. Wondering what you will write about them when they grow up. Take care of your kids, All the best
ReplyDeletePreethi, I hope I can write about them as adults who love, respect and cherish relationships forged over the course of a lifetime...as adults who can forge new bonds while not letting go of the old...
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