how do we view kids? or how do kids view us? how do you view what kids view?
we often forget how kids view the world....
we have grown up...so we are taller and bigger than them and they are tiny...just about our knees or thighs....we assume they would understand it all the day they touch our shoulders....but they do now as well...
just that we dont seem to be seeing it...
why dont we all get down on our knees one day for maybe....one minute and view the world like the kids do...
and suddenly the plants would be fun again,the flowers would have so many colours and not just one plain boring flat on your face pink or orange or red...but it would have shades...starting from the stem to the point where the flower starts blooming...pardon my vocabulary on this one..and to the petals...and then the middle of the petal to the absolute center of the flower...
no wonder the kids have so many things to tell us or question..coz they see it all
or imagine from your 'knee-view'..you see a stone...it would be amazing..the shape being the first..or even the mere existence...the presence of that stone right in front of us..on the middle of the right side of the road where mom asked us to walk...or the left side where the vehicles are not there right now...imagine finding something so tiny right in front of our eyes...and then the pupils dilate and mouths open in surprise and shock like motion and the tiny hands just pounce on the stone...oh!!!! what an achievement!!! the colour , the texture and feel...the million lines which are visible from that height..(remember? the 'knee-view')....and we at our height..say oh...throw that right away...its dirty....but it isnt ma...its beautiful- they shout back....and we say its just a stone....what is special about it....but we havent gone down to their height and seen it...so we dont know the beauty of it...
last night while eating out..meera(my second child)- shall tell you guys more about the kids one day...spotted pots full of spring blooms outside the joint and she immediately sprung into action....oh see...flowers...so many colours....
and silly me- till then i hadnt even noticed that there were so many colors around me..i was busy telling kabir(my elder one) to wear his jacket and cap and then about to pounce on meera to wear her jacket...but there she was...standing demanding that we pluck just one flower...and we said no no no no....and she said why not...let me pluck one...no one's watching...and we said no no no no....and there she ran towards them...me scared....worried that someone would come and scold us...because from my height rest of the world was visible but from her height...only those beautiful flowers were visible...and she could only see me bending on to her level saying no no...dont break them...i dont want it...and she whispered..no no ..no one is watching ma...let me show you and off she went and plucked one gorgeous purple flower...(dont know the name)...and came right at me...said this is for you...and bhuwan and I immediately grabbed the kids and said run run....its so much fun.....before anyone catches us...it was fun to do that....to just run out...knowing meera has plucked her flower....how bloody long has it been since i did that? i mean seriously...does it matter if i pluck one flower just because i like it....there are sooooooooooooooo many flowers...and if i get one...just for myself...just once!!!..whats the harm? it felt good that meera could do it.
and there she turned around and said mummy..it is for you....
imagine..all the pains she took, argued with us, bent down animatedly while plucking the flower so that no one is watching her...anyways no one was watching her..:)....and this flower was for me...:)
i missed out on the fun ....i kept saying no no no...and she experienced the joy .....
if i had knelt down to her level and plucked it like she did...how much fun it could be....partners in crime....
not that i would teach her to pluck each and every flower around her...but she would surely remember this one...
and the whole time she kept holding it..
suddenly while crossing the road...at night... dark and all....not many colours clearly visible...she actually managed to remind me that the colour of the flower was exactly the same of the jacket i was wearing....and it so matches with me and both jacket and flower look pretty....and there i could again see that gleam in her eyes...that confidence and the joy that she had indeed chosen the right flower....went down and plucked it...while the world viewed something totally different!!!
we often forget how kids view the world....
we have grown up...so we are taller and bigger than them and they are tiny...just about our knees or thighs....we assume they would understand it all the day they touch our shoulders....but they do now as well...
just that we dont seem to be seeing it...
why dont we all get down on our knees one day for maybe....one minute and view the world like the kids do...
and suddenly the plants would be fun again,the flowers would have so many colours and not just one plain boring flat on your face pink or orange or red...but it would have shades...starting from the stem to the point where the flower starts blooming...pardon my vocabulary on this one..and to the petals...and then the middle of the petal to the absolute center of the flower...
no wonder the kids have so many things to tell us or question..coz they see it all
or imagine from your 'knee-view'..you see a stone...it would be amazing..the shape being the first..or even the mere existence...the presence of that stone right in front of us..on the middle of the right side of the road where mom asked us to walk...or the left side where the vehicles are not there right now...imagine finding something so tiny right in front of our eyes...and then the pupils dilate and mouths open in surprise and shock like motion and the tiny hands just pounce on the stone...oh!!!! what an achievement!!! the colour , the texture and feel...the million lines which are visible from that height..(remember? the 'knee-view')....and we at our height..say oh...throw that right away...its dirty....but it isnt ma...its beautiful- they shout back....and we say its just a stone....what is special about it....but we havent gone down to their height and seen it...so we dont know the beauty of it...
last night while eating out..meera(my second child)- shall tell you guys more about the kids one day...spotted pots full of spring blooms outside the joint and she immediately sprung into action....oh see...flowers...so many colours....
and silly me- till then i hadnt even noticed that there were so many colors around me..i was busy telling kabir(my elder one) to wear his jacket and cap and then about to pounce on meera to wear her jacket...but there she was...standing demanding that we pluck just one flower...and we said no no no no....and she said why not...let me pluck one...no one's watching...and we said no no no no....and there she ran towards them...me scared....worried that someone would come and scold us...because from my height rest of the world was visible but from her height...only those beautiful flowers were visible...and she could only see me bending on to her level saying no no...dont break them...i dont want it...and she whispered..no no ..no one is watching ma...let me show you and off she went and plucked one gorgeous purple flower...(dont know the name)...and came right at me...said this is for you...and bhuwan and I immediately grabbed the kids and said run run....its so much fun.....before anyone catches us...it was fun to do that....to just run out...knowing meera has plucked her flower....how bloody long has it been since i did that? i mean seriously...does it matter if i pluck one flower just because i like it....there are sooooooooooooooo many flowers...and if i get one...just for myself...just once!!!..whats the harm? it felt good that meera could do it.
and there she turned around and said mummy..it is for you....
imagine..all the pains she took, argued with us, bent down animatedly while plucking the flower so that no one is watching her...anyways no one was watching her..:)....and this flower was for me...:)
i missed out on the fun ....i kept saying no no no...and she experienced the joy .....
if i had knelt down to her level and plucked it like she did...how much fun it could be....partners in crime....
not that i would teach her to pluck each and every flower around her...but she would surely remember this one...
and the whole time she kept holding it..
suddenly while crossing the road...at night... dark and all....not many colours clearly visible...she actually managed to remind me that the colour of the flower was exactly the same of the jacket i was wearing....and it so matches with me and both jacket and flower look pretty....and there i could again see that gleam in her eyes...that confidence and the joy that she had indeed chosen the right flower....went down and plucked it...while the world viewed something totally different!!!
Great view Didi... Loved it!!!
ReplyDelete:-) Meera's inquisitiveness for the night didn't stop there. When stopped from chewing a leaf, she wanted to know why? And when told that its not eatable, its dangerous to eat the plant, some of them could be poisonous, her next query was "oh, how come the plants are able to give us oxygen to breath and live while they are poisonous and dangerous?"
ReplyDeleteCongrats mate!!I could actually visualise the scenario...words of a proud mom:)
ReplyDeletekeep building on these thoughts abha! too good and beautifully worded!
ReplyDeleteFinally you have ur space to write down all the wonderful things meera and kabir do in their daily lives but ur words make them so special and extraordinary and it shows what a wonderful mother you are and both the kids are so lucky ....you have inspired me always and ur my idol... I so wish that even if I could be one percent of you my life would be wonderful .... thank you for being there always.... love you
ReplyDeletethanks tina. this means so much to me. thanks again and personally i have always felt that you have done wonderfully beautifully awesome for yourself,hubby and kiddo:)
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Wonderful article ......Abha .We condemn kids so much ...atleast after reading this we should try n change a little of our attitude towards these little kids bubbling with curiosity .
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