Something magical about August!
Is it cuz I was born in August, or simply cuz it’s called August??
N as I walk the cusp of 34 into 35, my childish urges only grow bigger..
From forcing my kid to share his chocolates with me (cuz I consider myself to be a kid) to playing hide n seek with gusto, to refusing to grow up… its really a long list you know..
N with each passing year, I only seem to grow young at heart.. I consider myself younger than my four year old n admit to being his best student, n he my best teacher so far..
I take pride in being called ‘Flaky’ cuz is really anything serious going on here?? Other than the fact, that I have only myself to pull up for the way I have lived my life??
N I realise it’s all about ‘play’!!!
My son demonstrates it cuz the second he opens his eyes in the morning, he wants to play.. n the minute he is done with his ‘more powerful (read shorter) than the noon time power nap’ he is all set to…. PLAY..
N as I hurry him after school, so as to quickly reach Home (why the hell???) he pulls my hand audaciously only to stop me, as he visually relishes the front tyres of the red bus going on the speed breaker ‘dhubuk dhubuk’ n then slowly the back tyres making the transition..
It’s a big deal for him!!! N he has to stop by and enjoy it..
I realise he is so tuned in all the time, and me as a parent though guilty of innocently disrupting his flow, (thanks to my being out of tune) we get each other like no one else..
I feel lucky to be able to see things his way!
N I feel lucky that I am adamant n stubborn about the world not telling me how to live my life.. cuz in that moment of rebellion is when my son’s soul touches me the most..
N though asking that for myself is much easier than helping my son find his voice for the same, I’m pretty sure he will not feel afraid to ask whenever it’s time..
Whoa!!! 35 must have done something to me!!!