Simon says
We bring forth our young and fret about them. They have a life of their own and, reluctantly, we school ourselves to accept the boundaries they set; much later after the initial few years of being the absolute centre of their universe. Failing their yardsticks as they change is the tragedy of being a parent, perhaps.
That dear girl says, post. That is enough. So Missus Em pontificates.
posted by Lalita | 22:24
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You know what I love about what you just wrote? The word "tragedy".
Isn't that what most tragedies are woven around. Parents and children. And failing yardsticks.
How shaprer than a sepent's tooth and so on, Lali. Strange to find you doing this mini post. Not your style at all.
Neha- True. That falling esteem stings the sharpest, alas. In parenthood and other relationships too.
Ash- Why not?
'A child is a guest in the house, to be cherished and loved, but never possessed, because he belongs to God.' One of my favourite quotes on parenting- I'd also add the proviso that all guests have to abide by the house rules. But yes, our children can and do break our hearts, as we also must have done in our own time. Part of the parenting deal!
Dipali- That is a lovely quote, Dipali.You are right that what goes round comes round, too. I swore I wouldn't make the mistakes my parents made, and I am sure that while I avoided their style of parenting, I made mistakes of my own which my son probably will swear that he will avoid... Like Yugandhara in Prataparudriyam says, "Shishya, idi anantham."
So we make some
And they made some
We tried not to
Repeat that one
And they will try
Not to repeat this one...
ET- Succinctly put. :-)
Tragedy indeed. I see it happening right before my eyes. The pain, ohh the pain. Wish something struck me comfortably numb.- Priya
Priya- My commiserations.
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