It’s usually when we don’t have, we will treasure.
It’s always taken for granted, when we have.
Read a few threads of discussion on the parenting forum I am in. It nigs me to read on parents training and stretching the academic performances in their children. To go for GEP, DSA, IB, through train etc. It irks me even further to read about parents being annoyed and can’t stand the verbal squabbles between their children (like kid A complains kid B takes her things and kid B complains kid A kicks her etc?).
If these parents ever pause and think; if they have the opportunity to look around them and encounter other pairs of siblings who will never have the chance to squabble at each other or the basic chance of having a national elementary education, I hope their mouths will shut and their hearts will flow with thankfulness.
I’ve disciplined my eyes not to read those threads further, lest my fingers decide to speak up via a loud speaker and shoot some cyber bombs.
Com’on parents, give thanks, love your children and all their normalcies! Your world is almost perfect and beautiful. My daughter is still waiting for her brother to have a conversation or squabble with her. I’m still waiting for a school to accept my son… and I’m talking about any special school here, he can’t even qualify for basic national educational institutes here.
Be contented.
I wrote this in MY BLOG as it is MY SPACE and no one can tell me I AM WRONG.
It is not sour grapes. It is just that humans are never contented. You have a special kid, you wish he is normal (that’s me). You have a normal kid, you wish he has special talent or is gifted. When you have a kid who can’t talk, you wish the day will come when you hear him pick a verbal war with someone, just anyone. But when you have a kid who is articulate, you wish he just shut up and just be quiet and nice to everyone.
And know something?
You can’t stone me for saying all these, unless you manage to walk in my shoes for … maybe … a week? I’m sure you will go back to your own kids and kiss their feet a hundred times. Really.
