If the playground of life could be neatly packaged into seasons, I wonder where one season would end and the next one begin! I pondered deeply on this question and, for the life of me, I could not, with clarity, slot myself into one or the other category. While the mirror, in its typical harsh style, assures me that “spring” is, undoubtedly, not the title of my today, I rally uncertainly between the choice of summer and autumn! Winter, I hope, will never come into the jig-saw of my life!
Then again, does it really matter? My mind strolls down memory lane and reaches the momentous conclusion that, in fact, life, today, is a consolidation, and that the best that you can give to the world is to use all your yesterdays to deal with today, this moment. I reminiscence on the passion of my youth-every feeling I had was passionate! Everything excited me! I was excited about my family, my friends, my school, and then, my college life. I sailed into marriage, home keeping, children and my career with the same hearty enthusiasm! I dealt with the upside of life with the same intensity as I bore the downside. Everything about my life was intense!
Finally I floated onto a wonderful plateau. I found a nook for myself where there seemed to be more balance to my reasoning, my sentiments and my reactions .Life suddenly became far less volatile. However, just as I began to enjoy this new found peace and tranquility, I was jolted back to high alert with the discover that the clock had come around! From active participant, I now found myself to be the hapless spectator to my darling child's spring time! I noticed, with alarm, that she was gearing up to follow faithfully, in my footsteps! My maternal instincts rose to the surface to stop her, to warn her that she should make certain alterations to her course if she wanted to avoid a bumpy ride into adulthood! I watched, with horror, as she catapulted mindlessly into the same whirlwind passions of life which I remembered so well and which, I could tell her, would send her on a roller coaster ride. I was sure I could teach her some shortcuts, some painless maneuvers to avoid pain. if only she would listen!
How difficult, almost agonizing, it is for a mother to let her child loose to test the wild swirling waters of life, unhindered by ready-to-serve wisdom! How incomprehensible to her that a brand new cycle has begun, it would have to take its course. However treacherous the flight of a young one may seem to be , we parents have to satisfy ourselves by being supportive without cramping them or ,worse still, clipping their strong young wings. Aurevoir, my child! Happy Landings!
